<a class="postlink" href="http://memberfiles.freewebs.com/56/89/72838956/photos/undefined/barbara-palvin-girl-Favim.com-800343.png">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Cassandra</span></span><br/><br/>Cassie sighed, shifting the bag of groceries in her arms to one side so that she could see where she was going. It had been a long evening and she was eager to get home and have a hot bath to relax. Really, she should be going out. Her friends had organized a Halloween party and she had planned to go but the diner had called yesterday and told her they needed her and she couldn't really refuse. Not when she needed the money. The diner had closed a little earlier than she had anticipated and she could probably still make the party in plenty of time but she was tired now and all she wanted to do was curl up on the couch and watch a movie while she ate leftover Halloween candy. In fact, all of the candy she'd gotten was now leftover considering she'd had to go to work. She supposed she could always drop it into one of her neighbours but she had a sweet tooth and why shouldn't she treat herself considering she'd worked through the holiday.<br/><br/>It had not been an enjoyable shift. It didn't start out so bad. In fact, the diner had been mostly empty and she'd been able to take her time getting things done. Eventually it began to fill up with hyperactive kids that had eaten too much sugar and teenagers who were too old for trick or treating and too young to drink. That was when the trouble had really started. The bathrooms had been completely covered in toilet paper and someone had flooded one of the sinks. By the time Cassie had gotten that sorted, her manager had called her out to clean up the windows which had been the victim of an egging. Broken shells had littered the street just in front and the gooey, gross mess of eggs smeared the windows. These kinds of pranks happened every year and Cassie had regretted her decision to come into work at all. It had taken her a long time to get the windows clean and then it was back to waiting tables until the crowds finally dispersed.<br/><br/>It wasn't a long walk back to her apartment but Cassie felt like it was taking forever. She was tired and grumpy and very tempted to spend her hard earned tips on a taxi. Honestly, she should have stopped there and waved one down but instead she kept walking and then lost her footing, slipping back onto her bottom with a thud. Her grocery's fell from her hands and went sprawling across the path in all directions. Cass resisted the urge to scream at her unfortunate luck and turned her attention to her foot, wondering what had caused her to slip. Her shoe was stuck inside of a bright orange pumpkin pale that had likely been filled with some kids sweets. When she glanced around she could see the empty wrappers and sighed in frustration. Didn't parents teach their kids not to litter?<br/><br/>"I could have broken my neck," she muttered to herself, getting up off the ground and dusting herself off before moving about to collect her things. Thankfully, everything was in packages and she didn't have to worry too much about anything getting dirty as she replaced them into the brown paper bag in her arms. Cassie moved closer to the bushes, reaching down for the packet of chocolate covered pretzels that had rolled furthest away. Her hands had just closed around the bag when a pair of glossy eyes caught the light from within the bushes and she gasped, drawing her hand back in surprise.<br/><br/>Peering through the darkness, Cassie tried to better see the animal. She assumed it must be a cat and she worried about it being out here alone on Halloween. She'd heard enough stories about asshole teenagers tying fireworks to kittens during this holiday and she didn't plan for that to happen while she could help it.<br/><br/>"Here kitty kitty," she cooed, trying to coax the creature out so that she could bring it home until the morning or at least look for it's owner. She clicked her tongue and rubbed her thumb against the side of her index finger as though she had something for it.