<div style="text-align: center">The carpet was a comforting place for the drunken, clumsy girl. She felt like she'd been sitting there for hours when someone's hands slid hotly over her shoulders and around her abdomen, lifting her weight to her feet beside them. Her immediate instinct, especially with her vision still hazy, was to flail slightly away from whoever it was and demand, "Whad'in the hell? Who're you?" as she struggled to turn and face them despite their firm grip on her waist. When she realized they were angled for the stairs, and coincidentally her room, Katherine almost reeled backwards once more. But the young man that had his grip steady on her, keeping her from stumbling away into more disaster, was in fact Logan. She finally managed to notice that in her clumsy attempt to both keep up with him and stand on her own, her struggles finally ceasing.<br/>
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When the din of the party and the music faded, muffled by the solid wood of her door, an intense feeling of relief washed over her. The safety of her room, at long last. The thick fur of the comforter sprawled across her bed caressed her flushed cheeks as she laid on the bed where she was set for a long moment. Finally, she blinked and sat up, head swimming dizzily. "Oh. Oh, fuck." Nose wrinkling at the feeling, the young woman steadied herself and sighed. Logan's voice shocked her out of her stupor and she stared at him for a moment as if struggling to comprehend just what he'd been asking her. Once it did get processed, she quirked an eyebrow in a sassy manner and peered at him with a heavy-lidded gaze.<br/>
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"Have you ever heard about drinking in moderation?" She retorted, most of the words slurred with the effects of the alcohol and said in a mocking tone. When his arms encased her again, maneuvering her to her feet and towards the bathroom that very thankfully connected to her bedroom, Katherine felt oddly secure. It was very surprising to not be immediately uncomfortable with the touch, like she was with most others who didn't include blood family. It was even more surprising that she'd allowed him to stay once he escorted her to her room. The bed was that of an adult, it's thick comforter and pillows in matching hues of greens and blues, but the bedroom was still clearly that of someone transitioning from childhood. And taking their time doing so. Her bed was home to a few stuffed animals, and although her desk in the corner was neat and organized, the posters tacked into the walls above it displayed a few drawings and a few of the idols she'd adored as a child.<br/>
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Her eyes were unconsciously on the muscles of Logan's back as his shirt stretched taut over them until he unbent and turned to glance down at her. The rush of steam from the hot water mixed with the heat of the alcohol in her belly left her feeling clammy, her cheeks still flushed pink and seeming to grow redder by the second. When she finally glanced between the rushing water from the faucet and back at him, realization dawned upon her features. "Ahn.. yeah? I should be able t'not slip'n'die." Attempting to smoothly slip past him to feel the water, the girl ended up brushing more solidly against his figure than she'd meant to, and she murmured another slurred apology. "M'sorry."<br/>
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Determining the water to be a pleasantly broiling hot, Katherine abandoned her shoes and socks in a clumsy pile and managed to sit herself on the edge of the tub without too many difficulties. "Ohmhm. I'veso got this." Placing her feet in the flow of the hot water, she sucked in a seething breath and exhaled with content a moment later. "This water.. nnn'it's perfect." Clothes and Logan forgotten in her drunken state, Katherine slipped down into the water steadily building in the bottom of the tub- it was barely a few inches now- and let out a gasp as the warmth engulfed her legs. The water splashed along her jean shorts as she managed to sit herself down completely in the tub, a short giggle leaving her parted lips. Where the water splashes up to her clothes, they darken and cling to her figure, but she pays the water's effects little mind as she slaps playfully at the water still spilling from the faucet.​</div>