-Habits by Our Last Night-
She didn't know how long it had been, she had no idea of what day of the week it was. She drank way too much alcohol last night and she had to throw up first thing in the morning, stumbling and knocking some stuff over in her way. There they went, the twinkies and everything she ate last night. After a couple of minutes, she stood up, using the W.C she just threw up to prop herself up and wiped the strand of puke that adorned her chin with the back of her hand. Growling and scratching her buttocks, Catra made her way back to bed, awake enough to at least draw a straight line through the living room and into her room before plunging on her bed. It was another morning of migraine and hangover for Catra. Another morning of restlessness and the awful feeling of an empty stomach despite the amount she could've eaten the night before as a consequence of the munchies.
And it was another morning without Adora waking up beside her.
She reached over to grab her phone, resting on top of her bedside table and turned the screen on, its light instantly making her squint as she attempted to look at the time and the date. It was Monday. Okay, She successfully drank so much she passed out on the first day of the week, that was a big accomplishment for her new life. Yay.
She dug her face on the unmade bed that could barely be considered a bed, because it was way more like a bedding mess, and closed her eyes. 1 PM in the afternoon was way too early for her and now she was going to need more alcohol and a painkiller to go through the day. And that was going to be enough only if Adora didn't want to live rent free in her head that day as well, like the day before, and the one before that. It sucked to be alive.
She hung her arm on the edge of the mattress, dropping the phone that landed with a loud thud and tried to sleep for another hour or two before going to the club again. Yes, because not even the worst killer migraine would stop her from another night of drinks and nameless sex. Scorpia had a shift today at the club, so she was expecting the woman to be resting in her place in order to pull an all nighter later instead of showing up at Catra's apartment to make the cat girl's day even more perfect that it already was, but Catra's life always went downhill, even when it seemed like she was finally getting her happy ending.
"¡Catra, te traje verduras!" And there it was, that melodic voice of hers. Why did she give her a pair of keys to her place, again? Maybe she was drunk when it happened, maybe it did when she was a happy person, a long time ago and it didn't seem so much of a crazy idea. Anyways, she regretted it now.
She heard the door closing and the rustling of the paper bags accompanied by Scorpia's steps.
"I know you've been eating nothing but twinkies and ramen, so thought it would be good if I brought you vegetables." Catra let out a grunt and walked to the door to lean on the threshold as she stared at Scorpia with her resting bitch face as she left the vegetables on top of the counter. When she noticed the Catgirl's presence, she waved her pincers at her with the brightest smile she's seen in the whole universe, making the brunette want to throw up, again. Luckily, her stomach was empty now. "Wow, Catra, te ves como el carajo ¿You need me to tenderly nurse you to health?" The catgirl made clear her rejection only by giving a killing look at Scorpia, who was putting said vegetables inside the fridge.
"You don't have to talk to me in Spanish, Scorpia." You don't have to pretend you care about me. "And you indeed don't have to bring me vegetables, my twinkies and ramen-based diet is fine." She scratched behind her cat ear and sneaked one hand under her pajama t-shirt to scratch her bushy abs.
"I know, I know, but I like to, it's a way to feel closer to you." Once she was done, she wrinkled her nose and lifted her brow at such sight, standing up beforehand: Catra's mane was a crazy, puffy mess, and she was in her old t-shirt and boxers, but the most noticeable thing in her rumpled look was her big eye bags. Her tail was pointing up in annoyment at this point, foreseeing what was going to happen. Great, here comes another lecture. "Have you been drinking again? Catra, I think you should see a therapist, I don't think it's healthy for you t-"
"What about you mind your own fucking bussiness and I mind mine, deal?"
"Okay, okay, gotcha, wildcat." She replied nervously. Scorpia made her way out, knocking down a table on her way that gained another grunt from Catra as she held her hand up on her forehead. Then, she made her way back to bed, kicked an empty bottle of whisky under the bed and plunged on top of the former, hoping that Adora wouldn't invade her dreams again.
The music of the club was a little bit too high for Catra to like it, the lights a little bit too bright, the air was filled up with so much smoke that it became a little bit difficult for her to breathe, but, curiously enough, she was enjoying the soft throbbing in her chest every time she breathed in.
As usual, she was dressed up in her best clothes: A black tank top below an old, but still good-looking matching leather jacket, a pair a black jeans garnished with a chain falling from her leather belt in arcs over her outer thigh. Her cuffed pants ended on a pair of almost-brand-new shiny Doc Martens and on top of everything, Catra's thoroughly draped back dark brown fell down her shoulders. Her velvety heavy-pierced right ear that sported a cross earring and the ashy-colored tufts that dropped from them were a nice touch to accentuate Catra's untamable personality.
She walked into the club after being let in without her barely noticing there was a bouncer at the door at all. Everyone around this place knew her, though, so why wouldn't they let her in?
The club was a small repurposed warehouse, though the past of this place would still show even after the changes it went through. At the right from the entrance there was the bar, there, Scorpia was making drinks as usual on her Thursday shift. Led lights placed on each separate glass shelf created a beautiful mixture of colors as it came through the bottles. The bar itself had a black counter and red stools for those who wanted to sit and drink only. In front of Catra, a checkered tile dance floor now flooded with so many people she could barely see through. Towards the back of the club you could see a few stools and tables for people to hang out, but most of them were destroyed and the ones that were still standing were on their way to be destroyed by a couple of mauler humans.
Catra growned, thinking about humans being even more bestial than beasts themselves and having the audacity to discriminate towards her people.
Over these tables, a few silk curtains fell down graciously in between each painted window located on top of the wall. To the left, a staircase that gave access to the VIP, separated by several sections consisting of a round table and red synthetic leather booths. This place, apart from unlimited access to the bar, had also an special feature that allowed anyone with access to get a hooker, it was said that there was a long hallway on the back that lead to a brothel, but, even though in possession of some benefits, for Catra, accessing those places wasn't one of them.
She looked around, browsing through the place in an introspective manner, looking at faes and lizard men getting it on, a few humans too drunk to stand up leaving a mess behind them and a pair of hybrids on a corner of a VIP section doing something that was most likely not legal at all. Catra could feel the stares over her as she made it through the crowd to get a drink, her tail moving in and out in annoyment. Who the hell do these rats think they are? Hopefully, their looks would hold the consciousness of who they were looking at. She held her chin up, giving a hard look at anyone who would dare to stare defiantly.
When she got to the bar, she slipped her black-nailed hands out of the pockets of her leather jacket in order to take out a cigarette and light it. Scorpia, at the bar, seemed to be worried about Catra by the puzzled expression on her face.
"Gimme a whisky on the rocks." She demanded dryly, so cold that the barwoman would almost get a frost bite from it. Scorpia didn't even protest, even though she should've done it. Last time she dared to oppose Catra's words she got a nasty scar on her neck that is a constant reminder of her friend's difficult-to-manage personality. Sometimes she just couldn't understand why Catra was like this, but she thought she should only bear with it with no hesitation. Despite everything, she loved Catra and wanted to be close to her also because she was the one person closer to a best friend she's ever had.
She even tried to learn Spanish so she could understand her cat friend better. In fact, Scorpia turned out to be quite good at it. It was a shame that Catra didn't seem to appreciate the effort and time it took her to learn it and only continue being a dick to Scorpia.
It hurt that she was like that even after what she's done for the feline; it wasn't like Scorpia was expecting her to do anything in return, of course, but she'd have loved some more appreciation, a little bit of...love, perhaps. But it was Catra they were talking about.
And Catra would never give Scorpia a chance for a romantic relationship. She couldn't even get over Adora yet. While letting out a sigh, she turned around to face the bottle shelf behind her to get to work., Catra was obviously not in the mood, especially after Scorpia showing up in her place with no previous announcement. The pressure was too much for her and this made her pincers start to shake, which led to her spilling whisky all over the place and floor, practically making another whisky on the rocks on the floor thanks to the dangerous chunks of ice laying around. This is going to be discounted from my salary if I survive, she reflected.
Since Adora left, Catra's personality had a spine-chilling shift. She would usually see Catra around the club on weekdays, sometimes she would bring Adora with her and marvel as she watched the couple dance on the center of the dance floor, alluring everyone with their moves and their gorgeous matching outfits of red, whites and splashes of gold. In fact, watching them dance was a true experience not only because of the beauty of their moves, but also because they would flirt and play around while doing so, making it very interesting to watch. She wouldn't have expected her cat friend to be such a great dancer, but she was proficient, not missing a single step while her hips swung from side to side closer to Adora's. "Wildcat" as she liked to call Catra, seemed very happy around Adora, the happiest she's ever seen her in all those years they've known each other.
Now she was a damn mess, a moving fog of poison and resentment, sporting big eye bags and gritted teeth, drinking alcohol and sitting on the same spot of the bar each day to remember the good things she once had, not even saying a word to her friend. Scorpia never tried to investigate further on Catra's relationship with Adora or what happened between them, because she knew that if she did that, the wildcat would close herself and shove Scorpia away from her heart using hurtful words to ward herself off from Scorpia's attempt of rescue.
She would've loved to help Catra, but she was reluctant, so embroiled in her self destructive actions that she was blind, given up the desire to live and replaced it with sex and drugs.
While waiting, the cat girl put an elbow over the counter of the bar, using her hand to rub her temples roughly and her tail swinging from left to right. Her mind was stuck, stuck on a day, an emotion, a face, a pair of blue eyes that were making her go insane, because it didn't matter how hard she tried, Adora would never leave her, not even in her sleep.
She dreamt about Adora a lot. She would dream about the times when they played together, against each other on football matches and then they would make out against the lockers afterwards without anyone noticing. They acted like they hated each other as teenagers, and sometimes they did, but they had a lot of fun and rough sex, which was just heavenly. Their relationship, in fact, was a lot better than anyone would've imagined. Catra liked Adora more than she actually wanted to admit, well, she loved Adora and she was sure the blonde had loved her back for a long time, but did it matter now? She was gone and she wasn't going to come back for a long shot like her.
The most frustrating part of getting these dreams was that sometimes she would see her again, naked on top of her bed, calling Catra to be on top of her. These dreams were so realistic, so horribly lucid, she would even remember the feeling of Adora's insides squeezing her shaft. She would usually wake up from these dreams panting and with a big mess in her panties. It seemed like it didn't matter how much time it has been since all of that happened, Catra was stuck with her She-Ra, as Adora would be called by her team, she was stuck with the feeling of joy when she saw Adora smile and snort in that pretty way Catra loved so much, making butterflies make their way out her stomach to burst in laughter, a compliment, or soft intertwined gazes she would simply perceive as home. No. Stop it, she demanded to herself, shaking her head. For a split second she would've sworn her heart was pounding again, and her claws were digging into her skull when she snapped out of it.
"Here." Scorpia slid Catra's drink across the counter, and, without even a thank you, the hybrid proceeded to slide the freezing, but at the same time burning, liquid down her throat. She was glad the drink was done just in time when her head started playing games all over again. That feeling made her feel alive, physical pain would ease the throbbing on her chest whenever she was lucid enough to remember she didn't have Adora by her side anymore.
She turned around in her stool to roam around the place as she took the final drags of her cigarrette and see if she could get a hook up for the night. She has never been a dancing kind of person, in fact, she would hate it when she was younger and Adora made her dance together, but she should be thankful for that now, because she could use it to get a girl. She stepped onto the dance floor, where she caught sight of a faun girl who had a beautiful pair of horns. Catra discarded her cigarette in the closest ashtray and walked towards the woman, who was wearing a gorgeous white silk dress with flowers on her hair and contrasted perfectly with Catra's outfit. Everything felt like going in slow motion as she saw the sheer-furred girl walk towards her as well, and she looked even more beautiful with lights showering her with different color intensities.
Once she got there, she gave the woman a look and a white smirk that bared the pair of canines that stood out her other teeth. Lusty gazes rapidly swirled between them as they got closer. Catra felt like the most predatory animal while getting closer to the faun girl while biting her lip and half lidded eyes ready to go for it.
The woman got closer to her, her hips swinging from side to side and danced together. Catra was feeling alive for the first time in a while, the slight dizziness from alcohol, the thumping of the music in her chest accompanied by the swinging of the faun girl's ass against her hips.
They moved from side to side together with the techno music between flirty smiles and the brushing of their hands through the body of one another. After the girl turned around, so both were face to face, Catra wrapped the girl with her arms, closing the gap between them. Their temperatures started to rise as the feline's mouth left kisses over the faun girl's neck, and Catra would have sworn that she felt the vibration of a moan through her lips. Once their kisses had her prey panting, her teeth made their stellar appearance to mark the faun's white skin through her immaculate white fur. The brunette could already feel her crotch struggling to break away from her pants. The beat set the pace for hungry caresses that came with the intense warmth that was building up in their stomachs. Soon enough their lips found each other, and the girls dived into a lusty circle of biting lips, dragging claws over fur and soft moans.
When they broke apart, disappointment filled the faun girl's face, though not barely brushing the amount of blood that went up to her face after that dance. They seemed to have lost track of time, but it didn't matter, just as it didn't matter for how long they have known each other when Catra decided to take that girl home and fuck her filthy and hard.
Catra almost fell over as she opened the door and the girl rushed to kiss the feline on the lips, both of them stumbling backwards between wet kisses until they found the kitchen counter and Catra propped the girl up. They shared wet kisses and greasy moves for a while before taking it further. It was fast, and it lacked any kind of sweetness like when Adora and her spent the night together, but Catra didn't mind at all. As long as she forgot love was a thing, everything and anything was valid.
When they were done, they shared a cigarette while laying in bed, no soft words, no caresses, no afterglow, just two naked, intertwined bodies sharing the same room. Maybe that faun girl was hurt too, maybe she wanted to forget someone as well, but did it matter at all? She slipped on a nightshirt and walked out to her balcony, opening the large sliding window. She sighed as the chill night breeze caressed her face and brushed her cheek fur.. Catra wasn't going to ask and didn't want to know anyways, she wasn't going to open up to anyone ever again.