"Let 'em go," Katie elbowed Nino, watching Cain slink off, "If the kids uncomfortable being here, he's uncomfortable being here. You did your best. Well done. Bravo. You've earned your ticket t'eaven," she mused looking decidedly unimpressed, "let's skidaddle! We've got a tequila each with our names on 'em gettin' lonely in the bar,"<br/><br/>Nino stayed glued to the spot, dark brows knitted, "You don't<span style="font-style: italic">start</span>with tequila ever," he snapped irritably. It wasn't so much her choice of beverages that had gotten on his wick as it was her choice of words, "Burns the tongue and spoils the pallet too early on,"<br/><br/>Katie pulled a half-arsed face, "Whatever grumpy-for-brains!" she smirked, "Leave us behind then!"<br/><br/>"Go ahead Kat, order me a beer, I'll be with you in a minute," he knew it was probably a lie, but she'd get over it. Give it ten minutes she'd have cracked into his beer anyway with a well-he-ain't-here attitude.<br/><br/>"Ahhhh!" she growled throwing her hands into the air, "I give up! I'll catch you later then!" she gave him one last cheerful, excitable wink, pushed a set of keys into his hand and jogged in, catching the music in the doorway and walking in along to the beat playfully. Nino couldn't help but to snigger. That was the thing with Katie, all bark, but no bite. She had enough Gab to start a wholesale market for a small country, but she never meant any harm. Katie probably already guessed the chances of him coming back were slim, she wasn't as thick as she made herself out to be, yet she'd already forgiven him. He inspected the car keys nestled into the small of his palm closely.<br/><br/>Sighing, he turning his attentions back to the slender, little figure of Cain ahead of him, buying his own smokes from the Newsagents opposite. He strode over, arms folded, "You want to go home?"