Still livid, Jenna forced herself slowly to sit down. Needing to express her anger somehow, she turned and snapped her fingers at Adam. "Give me a vodka, and… just vodka!" Returning to an upright, fierce position, eyes fiery, she looked first at her wife, but was so angry she could barely hang on to the face, and then looked at Kenzie, looked her up and down, face, hair, neck, shoulders, boobs, whatever was available to see above the table.<br/><br/>"Cathy, why on earth wouldn't you tell me? Sneaking around on me? What the everliving fuck? Seriously?"<br/><br/>Her attitude had changed somewhat. For a moment, however, she acted as if the third woman wasn't there. She simply was talking to her wife, with whom she'd shared a bedroom for... well, not that long... They'd chatted and loved and fucked and argued and had good times and bad.<br/><br/>"We are a<em>team</em>. What does teamwork mean if you don't share your needs and wants?" She cocked her head, peering at the new girl further. "She is really hot. Looks a lot like me, actually. I can see why you'd pick her. I mean... you guys have been eating trim, or what? You've been pretty horny lately, Cat, so I'm guessing both of us are needed to keep your spirits down? Oh, thank you, Adam..."<br/><br/>She took the glass, vodka sloshing over the rim, and took a gulp. "Ah! Well, what the fuck? You want us to get together or what?"