Catherine had that look on her face again. That "I've done something that you wouldn't approve of, but I did it anyway" look. She walked into the lounge with her trademark heels clicking on the hard wood floor, "Hello big brother, what are you up to?" Rowen sighed and set his book down on the couch beside him, "What did you do this time?" Catherine sat down on the couch beside him, picking up the book and dumping it on the floor, "Well…since you asked so nicely. I've got a date." After picking up the book and setting it in his lap, Rowen looked up with bored eyes, "A date? What poor soul are you going to torment this time?" Catherine raised a brow, "That hurt," she joked. Rowen shook his head, "Sorry," the next thing that came out of his mouth was something that if anybody else ever said it to her, he'd kill them, so he was totally surprised to hear it come from himself, "maybe I should have asked something like, 'Who's the lucky man that you're going to fuck until he starts too like you for more than your body?'" Catherine's mouth fell open and Rowen clamped his hand over his lips, "You sonofabitch!" She slapped him across the face and stood, "Why would you say something like that? Am I so shallow? Go fuck yourself." She scoffed a laugh and raised her hands in front of her, "Oh, wait, Beth will do that for you." She snatched the book from his lap and threw it across the room. She took off walking out of the room with her heels clicking loudly. "Wait, Catherine!" She stopped just outside the door of the lounge and turned to face him with tears in her eyes, "Give him my condolences." He clamped his hand over his mouth again and stood, "Oh my god… Catherine." She stared at him with tears rolling down her cheeks, "I hate you." She stormed out of the room and into the hall nearly running into Beth on the way out of the house. Rowen ran after her and told Beth that he would explain later. Catherine had just reached the door of her car in the driveway when Rowen ran out onto the pavement, "Catherine," he pleaded. Catherine looked up from the door handle, "What do you have to say now?" she sobbed, "'Make sure he's got insurance?' What the hell is wrong with you?" She got in the car and sped off leaving Rowen standing there with wide eyes. Beth came out then with a bottle in her hand and shoved it at his chest. She turned around and went back into the house without another word, slamming the door shut and locking it. Rowen looked down at the bottle that he had had a glass of earlier and read the label, 'Vindictive Spirits,' meaning, the drink would make him say horrible things. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, remembering the so called 'birthday' gift from Kate. He had grabbed it thinking it was one of his whiskeys just twenty minutes before Catherine walked into the room, "Dammit."