<> * Demetreia meets Kat and Roch outside, wild-eyed and frazzly-haired. * Katherine comes out the door! She's in her jacket, and the aforementioned midriff-showing cut t-shirt and relatively short shorts. She's also now wearing some nice simple leather boots. "Jesus, Deme. I thought that we were under attack or something." * Rochelle steps out and blinks at Demetreia. * Demetreia just blinks a lot and looks really flustered. "I do not know what Vwoofs eat. Maybe this was a bad idea..." * Rochelle shakes her head and just walks past Deme and into her alley. <> * Katherine smiles weakly. "It's OK, Deme. Just don't panic unless you need to." ...all right? How will I know when I need to? Well, hungry isn't something to panic over. Usually. Oh. All right. * Rochelle crouches and tilts her head, looking into the shed. "Hey. Come on out." <> * Demetreia points at Vwoof and looks almost like she might sniffle. "He will not listen to *me* when I ask him what is wrong." * Katherine smirks. "Well, it's because Roch is like a cat, or so some old lady said. Not threatening in the slightest." ( Ladies and gentlemen, this is Deme, age 17. Body of a 13-year old, mind of an 8-year old. ^^ ) * Rochelle opens the box of leftovers, pokes through them, and sets them in front of Vwoof. "If you don't like MexiChinese, deal. It's all you're gettin'." <> ( The dog then gets heartburn during the night and sets Deme to buzzingbuzzing anxiously AGAIN. ) * Katherine looks at the dog, and smiles faintly. "Well, he'll be set. Ready to go, Roch?" * Demetreia peers anxiously at Vwoof and then at Kat and Roch. "Thank you...I apologize for the inconvenience." * Rochelle rubs Vwoof a bit and stands. "As ever. And it's okay." If you really can't fed him... I think it's a he, he'll probably just go find something by himself. Ohhh. But then you might not see him again. * Rochelle shrugs. ...oh. <> * Demetreia creeps over and pats Vwoof on the head with one finger some more. He'll be fine. He's a tough cur. Now, let's go. <> * Rochelle gives Vwoof and Deme a little wave before heading after Kat. * Demetreia waves at Roch and Kat. * Katherine doesn't wave. Although once she's out of earshot, she asks Roch, "You didn't even check what gender he was?" Doesn't matter to me. * Katherine pauses for a second, then responds, "Good enough." * Katherine walks to Momo's! * Rochelle continues, casually, "He eats like a guy, though." * Katherine smirks. "When you're starving, everyone eats like a guy." * Rochelle huffs. "I do not." <> <> Okay, everyone but you, then. * Katherine makes with the avoiding the line because she's a bitch like that. * Rochelle follows. Kat's the dog, not her. <> (Harty and Val.) <> * Katherine bops her way over to Momo. <> ( ...she's a hibachi bartender. ) * Katherine smiles faintly, and nods towards Roch, mouthing, "Fresh meat." <> * Katherine follows, and hopefully Roch does too! * Rochelle eyes Kat. Uh oh. * Rochelle follows, though. <> "Kat. This the girl you wanted me to hire?" * Rochelle doesn't look nervous. Honest. * Katherine nods. "Yeah, Momo." She grins. "Name's Roch. Bit quiet, but she's a good kid. Old friend, you could say." "She any good at 'tending?" * Katherine smirks. "Why not ask her?" <> "Well?" * Rochelle rubs at the back of her head, then says, "I've never tried." "Right. Time to find out. Follow me." <> * Katherine doesn't follow, but she does go up the stairs to the same floor Roch ends up at. * Rochelle gets up, looks to Kat for a brief moment, and walks after her. * Katherine also gives Roch a fangy grin when she's looked at, THEN she moves. Ahem. <> (Third.) (4 floors of bar, 3 floors of Sekrit Place, I think.) <> <> <> "You don't look like a drinker. We'll see what you know." "Start off with a New York Martini, extra vermouth." * Rochelle starts. "Uh... shit. Okay." She walks over to the bar and tries to figure out where everything is so she could possibly make one. * Katherine is sitting back at a table, watching for a little. (... Is she ever going to mix it? @_@0 (You are the most fucking impatient person alive. STFU.) (;_;) (Sorry, had to talk to the dad. ;P) * Rochelle then starts poking at the monitor. Lessee. * Rochelle hesitates, then works on it, following the instructions as best she can. She has to double-check for ingredients, but she manages to do it. Probably. She's eyeing the drink with what might be a bit of nervousness. <> "Not bad. First time mixing, I'd wager, but not bad at all." <> "Where'd you find this one?" * Katherine smirks, and stands. "I said she was an old friend, Momo. Been down on her luck." "Her luck's changed. You've got the job, kid, but you're going to have to work on your flair." <> "We'll work on it." * Rochelle flinches just a little and deadpans, "Ow." And then there's the blink. "Wait, I'm hired? Like that?" * Katherine grins. "Well of course. S'Good to hear. I'd better get back to the apartment, though. Weird men brought me a bottle of wine, and I'm determined to take a sip tonight." * Rochelle waves at Kat. "Thanks. I think. And don't hurt Leo too much." "Just like that, kid. I've been bartending a while, and I can see talent, even if it's latent." * Katherine smirks. "Say, Momo. What's Larkmead cabernet. 1940 go for nowadays?" "Depends on if it's been nanotreated. If no, it's about as much as a bottle of vinegar, 'cause that's what it is. If it has been, about $800 to $1000." * Katherine whistles. "Christ. Now that's a good second date, eh?" She winks. * Katherine waves and walks out, back, and home. Home! <> "Daaaaamn!" * Rochelle snickers a bit. <>