A/N: As always, excessive use of the 'F' bomb.

CHAPTER TWO

Catarina's welcome to the bar was the sight of Jesse dragging a man outside, tossing him into the parking lot. "Aw hell… "She groaned, stepping by them and taking in the damage. "Damn it all, I just replaced them tables too!"

"That dick in the gutter started it." Jesse said when he came back in, getting her vodka.

"Uh uh! No vodka!" She shook her head. "Give me a Pepsi, I'm staying sober tonight."

"Recovering?"

"You wouldn't even believe…"

Cat wasn't in the mood to socialize tonight. She just sat at the bar, smoking and talking to Jesse, keeping her eye on what was going on. She slipped off the bar and into the back when she seen a very tall, quite bald man walk in.

"Fuck. I ain't here Jesse." She'd said yes, she'd meet him, at the hotel, but it had been a lie. All Cat had cared about that afternoon was getting home and recovering. "Oh- Glenn, ouch! Hey, that's my fucking arm, damn it!"

"Hidin' from me, baby?" Glenn asked dangerously, growling and slammed her back against the wall. "You told me you'd meet me tonight and now you're running. That's not very nice." He wrenched her arm forward, almost pulling it out of it's socket. "You're a tease, bitch."

Jesse watched the guy pull Cat into a backroom. He frowned, chewing on his lower lip. If Cat didn't come out in three minutes, he'd go back and get her. Normally the hellion put a person in their place.

"Look, it's a misunderstanding, let go! You're hurting me, Glenn!" Cat yelped and growled at the same time. Her free hand fumbled behind her, grabbing a broken cue stick and began hitting him. "Stop it!" She heard a rip and knew her tank top was history, which royally pissed her off. "Glenn, you sonbitch, knock it off!"

Before Jesse made his move toward the back, a hand clamped down on his shoulder. "I'll get her." Mark said, nodding down at the older man and walked away. He halted just outside the door, cocking his head to the side, listening.

"No! You're a fucking tease!"

Mark stepped inside just in time to see Glenn ripping at Cat's pants, ducking as a button came flying towards his head. "Enough, Glenn!"

Cat felt Glenn hesitate then was on the receiving end of a punch to the stomach. She groaned, slumping back against the wall, aware Glenn had stormed out. "Oh fuck…" She gasped, trying to breathe. She was only 5'9" and some odd pounds, she wasn't a scrawny, girly girl but that HURT.

"Cat, you need-" Jesse pulled off his shirt, tossing it at her. "Some clothes."

"Screw you, jackass."

Mark's blood was on fire as he stalked after Glenn, stopping him in the parking lot. "What the hell is your problem?" He demanded, spinning Glenn around and not giving him a chance to respond, just swung a fist, connecting with Glenn's stomach. "She's tiny, you fucker! You probably just broke a few of her ribs!"

"She's… a… fucking… tease…" Glenn coughed out, rasping for air and groaned when he got punched in the face. His vision blurred as he watched what could be consider to be his ex-friend walk back into the bar.

TWO MONTHS LATER...

"For the last damn time, the answer is no." Cat said briskly, walking the length of the hotel's ballroom. She arched an eyebrow at her cousin as she talked on the phone, finally hanging up. "Damn caterers. Shane, why am I doing this for you again?"

"Because you know how to throw one hell of a party." Shane McMahon replied with a slight grin.

"You're dad is going to be pissed when he finds out you're talking to me again, the whole white trash thing, you know."

"Even he admits you're good. Too bad you keep things low key, you could be famous."

"Nah, I like living my way. I'm rich, that's enough." She watched as the decorating crew she'd brought in did their thing. "Planning parties is boring, but... I have a flare for it."

"CATARINA!"

They both turned around to find Stephanie coming towards them.

"Oh my GOD, it's been too long!" She squealed, tackling Cat in a hug. "I take it dad finally got his head out of his ass?"

Shane coughed. "Actually, he left me in charge so…"

"So Shane dragged my butt all the way here just to organize a freaking party." Cat finished. "Steph, how many times, it's CAT!" Cat grinned at her over-eager cousin, the grin falling away when Shane began to talk again.

"You'll have to attend of course, seeing as how you did plan everything. Including the music, which I might add, is going to make some people very happy. "

"She'll knock them dead of course." Stephanie said, wrapping an arm around her cousin's shoulder, guiding her away from Shane. "Please tell me you didn't take any of his suggestions to heart." She begged quietly, smirking when Cat shot her an 'are you stupid' look. "Thank god. I love my brother but he has absolutely NO taste. By the way, you'll finally get to meet everyone!"

Cat shook her head. "I'm not sure about this Steph, remember the last wrestler you sent my way? Matt? You already know how that wound up." She wrinkled her nose. "Oh christ, honey, I got to go change. Party is in a few hours, introduce me then, alright?" She hugged Stephanie, laughing when Steph squealed again and bolted. "Oh man…"

***

He was in Hell. Mark was officially in Hell. He took another shot of Jack Daniels straight down, no chaser, needing a dangerous buzz to get through this. He was wearing a black suit, black shirt underneath, few top buttons undone. He absolutely LOATHED dressing up, but Vince insisted.

He should kill Vince.

***

Catarina had dressed up as well, per Shane's orders. She wore a knee length black dress and high heeled sandals. Her ebony hair was twisted up into a bun on her head, a few tresses framing her face. She hated this kind of scene and her cousins knew it, but she'd suffer because she loved them. Most of the time. She had to admit, the place looked great and the music was even better though Vince looked like he would burst or something. She wasted no time in ordering a double shot of JD.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?"

Cat froze in place, recognizing that voice way too easily.

"Hello, pretty Kitty, how's it going?" A pair of hands rested on her hips. "Mmm, you look edible."

Cat moved away from him, turning around. "You're not allowed to touch me anymore, remember?" She arched an eyebrow, looking him over briefly before curling her upper lip. Her eyes fell behind him, widening slightly and changed her mind. "Matt... that guy's name is Glenn right?" She was going to KILL Shane. She hid behind Matt, not in the mood for a repeat performance, sighing when his hands found their way back to her hips but would deal with it.

"You do clean up nice." Glenn commented once he'd spotted her, having to take a second to place who she was. She looked so different when she was dressed up. "To what do I owe this honor? Come to beg for a fuck and forgiveness?" He cocked an eyebrow when Matt's face flushed an angry color before taking a step forward. He smirked when Matt backed off.

Cat sighed, shaking her head. What a weenie. "Actually Glenn, I'm here because my cousins invited me. Shane and Stephanie?" She arched an eyebrow when he frowned. "You do know them right? Besides honey- you weren't good enough for me to ah... beg for a fuck or forgiveness. Though I do believe I owe you something." She hocked a wad of spit at him, getting his face, her aim and distance were on tonight. "Excuse me, will you?" She pushed past him.

"You little-" Glenn stopped instantly when he seen Vince was closing in on hearing distance.

"Darlin', ya should watch what you say to people."

"I'm not watching one word I say to that asshole." Cat replied, turning around. "I shoulda pegged you both for wrestlers." She sighed, realizing they were being swept into the dancers. Cat started chuckling when he just went with it, slow dancing with him. "You're buzzed." She accused, trying not to laugh. "Not this kind of party person, are you?"

"Definitely not, darlin'. The name is Mark by the way. Mark Callaway." He was fairly certain he had introduced himself once but it seemed prudent to do so again. "This isn't my type of party but… I'll deal with it. What are you doin' here anyway? Know someone here?"

"I'm the one who organized the event, naturally an invitation was extended." She replied, deciding to not inform her she was related to the McMahons. "Well Mark... I'm Catarina Mc... Allister." She smiled, arching an eyebrow when the song changed to something faster. "I'm not much of a dancer, how bout a drink instead?"

"Lead the way, darlin'." Mark replied, deciding not to call her on the lie. Her eyes were to easy to read, but he didn't want to fight with her tonight. He smirked when he caught Glenn glaring at him. Served the bastard right.

He nodded and smiled at Glenn's wife -Samantha- knowing she must have been in the restroom or something when Glenn had approached Cat. He was aching to tell the poor woman about her scumbag husband's infidelity but knew it wasn't his place either.

"Jack on the rocks." He ordered, gesturing towards Cat, arching an eyebrow.

"I'll have the same." She nodded, flipping Matt off from across the room.

"Catarina Verbine McMahon, please refrain from doing that."

She winced, slowly turning around after downing both her and Mark's drink. "Sorry, Uncle Vince."

Vince stared down at her before nodding at Mark. "Very nice… arrangement, you put together." He winced when another 'loud' song began.

"Yer a McMahon?" Mark demanded, staring down at her, noting her pained expression. "This is yer niece, Vince?"

Vince looked like admitting this would be one of the most painful things he'd ever done. "Yes... my niece."

"On his side." Cat added, deciding irritating him was in order. "His dead sister's only child."

"Thank you, Catarina."

"You're welcome, Uncle Vinnie."

Vince excused himself.

Mark chuckled, shaking his head as he stared at her, leaning his elbows against the bar. "Ya sure don't act like a McMahon." He finally commented. "I'm guessin' you and him don't get along."

"That is an understatement. When my mom died, I lived with them until I hit eighteen then I was gone. I wasn't rich, or brought up like Shane and Steph. I'm the anti-christ. Vince doesn't hate me but he doesn't like me either." Cat shrugged. "We just pretend we don't know each other most of the time. But if he thinks I'll embarrass him, he tends to get tetchy. Like just now."

"Yer a spitfire." He was liking her more and more. "Look, I'm sorry bout what happened at yer bar. Who taught yeh how to play pool anyway?" He asked, eyes trailing her over. The dress she wore fit her like a second skin and he had to admit, she was easy on the eyes.

"I taught myself. Callaway, my eyes are up here." Cat was smirking when he met her eyes, then did a look over on him, just as blatant. "Hmm... not bad." She winked at him before disappearing into the crowd.

"Did I see you flirting with Callaway?" Shane asked, falling in step with her.

"You might've."

"Samantha, as always you look ravishing."

Cat turned to find Glenn and a woman, surmising from the rings, she was his wife and smiled sweetly, amused by the look in Glenn's eyes.

"May I introduce my cousin, Catarina McMahon?"

"Glenn and I have already met."