Kathy was not at her most brilliant after four shots of tequila on top of, well, everything else today. And the weekend. And--oh, pretty much everything else today.

"Well fuck me," Kathy said, closing her eyes and leaning back against the wall. "Of course it is. Why else would you be working here?"

God dammit.

"Still, why would they look at me twice? I'm nothing special, especially among the powered set." She was a Saturday morning cartoon. "And I doubt I'm the only pretty girl you've escorted into a closet." Probably the only one he just wanted to talk to, though.