We only come out at night
With her brother taking an extended vacation in Europe, Catherine was left to be the night manager whenever Quatre needed a day off from the night club. Business was as usual, just rather lonesome without the 'usual faces' that she liked spending time with, like Hilde and Heero. With Heero embarking a tour and Hilde following, Cathy couldn't help but to truly be happy for her friends. She, much like Quatre, felt as if their rag tag family was breaking at the seams.
It'd been a dead day of sorts – given it was only mid week. No Treize flaunting his latest conquest to irritate Cordelia and no Dorothy being a complete cockleach. Just as Cathy liked it, drama free. That'd been until the door swung open and a svelte blonde made her way through the door, aviator glasses pushing up against a wild mane of blonde hair. Her looks were familiar to Cathy and a smile came over the barmaid's face. Migdalia Une was the younger of the Une sisters, she'd been a listening ear and an old flame of sorts for Cathy.
But there was just no way, Middie had been off in Iraq, serving with the US Air Force as an officer...
“Middie?”- Cathy called uncertainly as the blonde briskly made her way to the bar. She turned her back to the bar and used both her hands to help prop herself unto the top. Once there, Middie's legs swung across, a hand reaching for Cathy's shirt. Once she'd gotten a steady hold on the brunette, Middie's lips crashed unto Cathy's, hungrily. Cathy, taken aback by the action, was soon reciprocating to the loud cheers of the few patron's in the bar. Once apart and breathless, Cathy took sight of the new scars across Middie's face and arms.
“In the flesh...what's left of it.” - The blonde said mirthfully - “I...ain't going back. I can't.”
“Oh Middie...”- Catherine whispered, holding the smaller woman close. - “You don't have to.”