The dinner had been fun.  Even though Kizzy wasn't exactly sure what they discussed or why she was giggling.  But it was good to laugh, to just relax and spend time with someone.  Despite Cait's protests, Kizzy paid for the meal, putting down the cash, her stash getting smaller and smaller.  But she would be fine.  She could feel it.  Things were finally turning around for her.<br/><br/>As Cait headed to the bar, Kizzy struggled to the door, the worried wait staff making sure she wasn't driving and offering a to call a cab.  But the shop and her new home was close enough.  Grinning from ear to ear she watched Cait's nervous interaction with the bartender, too far away to hear what was said.  But Cait's blush was clear enough.<br/><br/>Kizzy linked her arm through Cait's as they headed back.  Both women needing the other to remain upright and walk in a somewhat straight line.  “Did you get his name?  Did you give him yours?  What about numbers?  Spill!”  Heads turned as Kizzy's voice carried, but two women walking home under the influence didn't really warrant much attention.  This part of town was well lit and low on crime.  A drunken woman could walk home safely, her only concern remembering where said home was located.<br/><br/>The dancer was exhausted after a full day at the studio so after a mumbled good night she pulled the key from her neck and headed down to her apartment.<br/><br/><em>Continued in: CCD: Kizzy's Seduction (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170571.msg8020093#msg8020093)</em>