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Katheriene waited for Corrin in a small bar in the Bowery (note: that's in New York FYI) waiting, tapping her perfect nails, and checking her watch. Damn it, that girl was always late. Unfortunately in more ways then one. Poor kitten, I'd though Derek had been the one but he just left her like that. Katheriene finally rested on the decision that it was okay that Corrin was late; she was having a hard time, after all.
Corrin walked majestically into the bar at 319 and sat down next to Katheriene. Katheriene sighed at the sight of her, somehow she was jealous of Corrin's inexact beauty when she had, that is if anyone has ever had, exact beauty. She smiled as Corrin sat down. "How are you doing, sweetie?"
Corrin thought for a moment and ordered just plain water from the barkeep, "I'm okay, I guess. As okay as I could be."
Katheriene hugged her. "I'm sorry, bunnykins. Should you need anything. . ."
"I'll call."
They shared a laugh, somehow a phrase said so often, but shared with one of their favourite films made them burst into giggles. They got hysterical over someone saying "immediately" simply because Jack said it in Nightmare Before Christmas. Indeed, they liked to be happy (as does anyone), and were always happy when together. Katheriene was one of the few people Corrin could never be depressed around, and Corrin the same for Katheriene. Corrin absentmindedly rubbed the small tattoo on her left wrist.
"God, babe, what the hell am I going to do? I never thought this would happen. I'm so fucked it's unbelievable."
"Shit, Corey, I don't know. All I know is if you keep it, I goddamn better be the godmother."
"Hell, you can be the fairy godmother if you want. You can be the mother if you want, I just need to figure out what I'm going to do now that I've fucked up my life beyond repair."
Katheriene began to try to console Corey when a boy – maybe a man – approached them. "Hey, um, I'm, um Greg." He turned to Corey, "You're, damn, um, you're really beautiful."
"Hi, I'm Corrin and I'm knocked up, have a seat, Greg."
Greg was undaunted by Corrin's absolute honesty and sat down next to her. "I guess I won't try to buy you a drink then."
"Guess not." Corrin couldn't help smiling.
"So, Greg, where are you from?" said Katheriene.
"Austrailia, you know, Down Under. Hah!"
Corrin nodded to Katheriene, almost approvingly. He didn't have an accent, a bit odd but she had no reason to believe he was lying, for it was a silly thing to lie about. They talked for quite a while before Corrin informed him it was time she took a sleepy and rather tipsy Katheriene home to watch old children's movies and get some rest. Greg said he hoped to see them later, and offered Corrin his phone number. She accepted, but told him she probably wouldn't call seeing as how she was knocked up and all.
"It's not a problem for me, you might want to call me anyway. Who knows? Maybe I could actually help."
Corrin helped Katheriene up the stairs to her apartment remembering Greg's green or blue or mismatched eyes and achingly blond hair. "Doesn't he remind you of someone?"
"Sure, honey, he can remind you of Kylie Minogue for all I care. He seems really nice, and he doesn't care about your something in the oven."
"It's not an oven, bitch, it's a uterus. Now will you try to stand up so I can unlock the door?"
Katheriene waited for Corrin in a small bar in the Bowery (note: that's in New York FYI) waiting, tapping her perfect nails, and checking her watch. Damn it, that girl was always late. Unfortunately in more ways then one. Poor kitten, I'd though Derek had been the one but he just left her like that. Katheriene finally rested on the decision that it was okay that Corrin was late; she was having a hard time, after all.
Corrin walked majestically into the bar at 319 and sat down next to Katheriene. Katheriene sighed at the sight of her, somehow she was jealous of Corrin's inexact beauty when she had, that is if anyone has ever had, exact beauty. She smiled as Corrin sat down. "How are you doing, sweetie?"
Corrin thought for a moment and ordered just plain water from the barkeep, "I'm okay, I guess. As okay as I could be."
Katheriene hugged her. "I'm sorry, bunnykins. Should you need anything. . ."
"I'll call."
They shared a laugh, somehow a phrase said so often, but shared with one of their favourite films made them burst into giggles. They got hysterical over someone saying "immediately" simply because Jack said it in Nightmare Before Christmas. Indeed, they liked to be happy (as does anyone), and were always happy when together. Katheriene was one of the few people Corrin could never be depressed around, and Corrin the same for Katheriene. Corrin absentmindedly rubbed the small tattoo on her left wrist.
"God, babe, what the hell am I going to do? I never thought this would happen. I'm so fucked it's unbelievable."
"Shit, Corey, I don't know. All I know is if you keep it, I goddamn better be the godmother."
"Hell, you can be the fairy godmother if you want. You can be the mother if you want, I just need to figure out what I'm going to do now that I've fucked up my life beyond repair."
Katheriene began to try to console Corey when a boy – maybe a man – approached them. "Hey, um, I'm, um Greg." He turned to Corey, "You're, damn, um, you're really beautiful."
"Hi, I'm Corrin and I'm knocked up, have a seat, Greg."
Greg was undaunted by Corrin's absolute honesty and sat down next to her. "I guess I won't try to buy you a drink then."
"Guess not." Corrin couldn't help smiling.
"So, Greg, where are you from?" said Katheriene.
"Austrailia, you know, Down Under. Hah!"
Corrin nodded to Katheriene, almost approvingly. He didn't have an accent, a bit odd but she had no reason to believe he was lying, for it was a silly thing to lie about. They talked for quite a while before Corrin informed him it was time she took a sleepy and rather tipsy Katheriene home to watch old children's movies and get some rest. Greg said he hoped to see them later, and offered Corrin his phone number. She accepted, but told him she probably wouldn't call seeing as how she was knocked up and all.
"It's not a problem for me, you might want to call me anyway. Who knows? Maybe I could actually help."
Corrin helped Katheriene up the stairs to her apartment remembering Greg's green or blue or mismatched eyes and achingly blond hair. "Doesn't he remind you of someone?"
"Sure, honey, he can remind you of Kylie Minogue for all I care. He seems really nice, and he doesn't care about your something in the oven."
"It's not an oven, bitch, it's a uterus. Now will you try to stand up so I can unlock the door?"