Catsidy

The wooden path that served as a sort of walkway above the bar floor was called: The Catwalk.

It was narrow, being only about three feet wide from the wall outward, and about ten feet off the ground. The wood was smooth for the most part, worn that way from the many people who had walked across it when they didn't feel like walking through the crowd of people on a busy pub night, and only offered the occasional splinter. The walkway was also the favorite perch of James Cassidy.

Despite having to scrunch his knees under his chest in order to be able to lay in, at most, an awkward, half-balled position, Cassidy always climbed up to the Catwalk at the first chance he got. Most of the bar's patrons would stare and laugh, but Cassidy would just shrug with an inward smirk. They had no idea what they were missing.

Since the Catwalk wrapped around the entire pub, he could move to any point he wanted; from wall that served as the pub's painting gallery, to the south wall where the tables for groups were centered, to above and behind to the bar counter itself –which was useful to see when Nancy, or Ziva, was restocking the fridge with fresh drinks.

It also allowed him to watch over Mia and Sophie whenever one, or both of them, would accompany him to the bar. It wasn't so much to protect them, he knew they were more than capable of handling and protecting themselves, it was to make sure the girls didn't kill the occasional person who picked a fight with them. Most of the time, though, the girls would just tranquilize the offender and Cassidy would chuckle to himself as he watched the unconscious person get dragged out of the bar.

However, the main reason he would sit up there, tucked into an uncomfortable half-ball, risking splinters, and enduring stares from other patrons, was for the certain view he would get if he waited patiently.

Speaking of that certain view, Cassidy thought suddenly, snapping out of his musing to look down below him. He watched as Nancy, his wonderful and beautiful girlfriend, slid drinks down the bar to her customers. Cassidy leaned forward, paying close attention to her movements.

She would always do this little thing with her torso that allowed her to make the cup or bottle revolve without spilling any of its contents. When she did that, though, her hips would move ever so slightly to the left, angling that perfect rear in that way –meeeow-

Cassidy grinned, purring quietly to himself as he took a mental picture. Oooh, yes, The Catwalk was hands down the best seat in the house.