<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the beaten path<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 6th, 11:30<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Heather<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Enjoying a friend, wearing this (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_438218775_00/1.0x0.jpg) minus the bag<br/><hr/><br/>The idea had come from the both of them. And honestly, Kitty hadn't meant to be early, it had just worked out that way. She stood at the Y in the road, booted foot lightly kicking at pebbles as she waited for Heather. She hadn't seen her friend since the confrontation with Yolande, and she honestly felt a little guilty. She hadn't gotten a chance to ensure the multi-color-haired beauty was alright. Sure, she had made off with shoulders back, but everyone wore masks.<br/><br/>Kitty began to doubt if it was a mask though, as she saw Heather bouncing up the path. Soft lips drew into a smile, and she readily accepted the hug that was offered. Kitty never really knew what to expect when hanging out with Heather. They had hung out plenty of times, though many of those times Heather had gotten a little on the fresh side. Enough that...her undying crush of Piotr aside...Kitty had begun to wonder if she wasn't enjoying them a little more past the excuse of alcohol.<br/><br/>The kiss was returned, and Kitty couldn't help but chuckle. "Cold? Girl, I'm from Illinois, which is basically southern Canada. This isn't cold. This is perfect weather!" There was a bit of chill to the air, but Kitty was a true midwesterner, and upstate New York had nothing...in her opinion...on the blustering frigid winds of The Great Lakes region. As the discussion turned to her looks, Kitty just smiled and glanced down at her outfit, offering a small shrug. "Thanks. I appreciate it, though I don't really put a whole lot into how I look. Can't hold a candle to girls like you. Hell, most girls pay a fortune to have hair like yours!"<br/><br/>At the mention of Heathers hair, a hand came up, light brushing through multi-colored locks. Winking, she would reach over then, and snag one of the hard-ciders. Opening it up, she would use free hand to take Heathers own, giving it a little squeeze. "I was meaning to ask how you were doing after your run-in with the new girl. Didn't get a chance to hit you up. Everything cool?"