Katherine slowly walked from the enterance to her favorite little nook in the club, a few leather couches and a nice big table making it nice and cozy while still having a biting edge.  The perfect place to snuggle up with her fiance, Con.  It had been a month since she'd returned from LA, and she had to say:  She was still tired from it.  She was only glad Con had forgiven her when he heard what happened.  She supposed he was old enough to have learned a woman like her wasn't exactly in her right mind when she'd had a few glasses of wine, pints of beer, or several shots.  She knew she couldn't hold her liquor, and that that night shouldn't have happened.  Hell, even if the sex was good - she was cursed and blessed with the ability to remember what happened when she was drunk - she was taken.  Engaged.  To be wed.  She didn't have any business with that Alpha, and he didn't with her.  Why he had shown interest in her, she didn't know.  Hell, she didn't know why Con loved her either.<br/><br/>As a Null, she couldn't be anything other than human.  Her power counteracting anything magic about her and everything that would make magic as well.  She wouldn't be waking up with no heartbeat or howling at the moon anytime soon.  And she was pretty sure when she was dead, not a necromancer alive or dead would be able to make her so much as twitch a finger without a wire attached.<br/><br/>She sat down, lounging back on the couch, the silky feel of her dress draping over her body and legs, a drape of cloth from the skirt going over the couch and onto the floor.  She closed her eyes softly and waited for her Vampire-to-be-husband, the workers getting people drinks and food allready knowing her well going and getting her an iced tea and salsa with chips.