Spin the bottle... it certainly put some stock behind Kate's theory. But she'd play along for now -- she'd gone out of her way to show up, so she'd might as well participate or else all of this would be for naught.<br/><br/>And, honestly, Abigail's... not-exactly-modest cleavage was quite entrancing. Maybe a kiss and a feel wouldn't be all that bad. It was about time she got her head out of dusty old detective novels and H.P. Lovecraft.<br/><br/>She downed the rest of her rocks glass, grabbed another cheeto with her chopsticks, promptly nommed it down, and then stepped confidently up to Abby. "What are we drinking?" A tiny hint of a challenge slithered under Kate's usual hoarse monotone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>