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swiiftbladcs​:

          ❛  for  a  future  spy,  you  might  want  to  get  more  reliable  sources.  ❜   now  this  is  just  tragic  if  they  really  believed  that.  but  it  is  kat,  so  she  scans  over  their  expression,  knows  not  to  underestimate  just  how  fluidly  they  can  bullshit.   the  demeanor  she  observes  makes  her  lift  an  eyebrow  curiously,  though  the  glint  in  her  eyes  only  reads  daring.  she  wants  kat  to  take  the  bait,  to  go  along  and  humor  her.   ❛  kathik  vohra  trying  to  get  away  from  all  the  dirty  work ?  groundbreaking.  you’re  honestly  so  predictable,  you’re  no  fun  tonight.  ❜   sighs,  her  back  hitting  the  wall  next  to  them,  mimicking  the  cross  of  their  arms.   ❛  but  because  i’m  a  good  sport,  i’ll  help.  i  heard  she’s  a  second  year,  so  that  erases  a  lot  of  names  from  your  busy  mind.  ❜   she  doesn’t  ruffle  their  hair  even  if  this  is  what  she  wants  to  do.

Kat didn’t protest that they wouldn’t get that far. Getting on the other side of four years was their part of the bargain; they had to. “And here you are, talkin’ to me,” they pointed out. They initiated the conversation but they’ll reframe it to look like she’s the intruder. “Are you suggestin’ there’s a correlation?” Come on, their lie was the oldest in the book. Kat often reshaped themselves in conversation, intentions as murky as polluted water, but they didn’t think Mary put actual weight on anything they said. “Get used to it,” they dismissed. “That’s more your thing. Don’t wanna steal your shine.” Kat wrestled down a chuckle when her arms fold, tearing their eyes away to the horde crushing the ballroom, breathing in all the good air. “So not Parker,” they intoned. Fuck that guy. “Christ, Mariko, should’a kept Connor’s yearbook on me.” They shook their head ruefully. Fuck that guy. “Her? No, her.” They shifted aim to some unfortunate randoms. “Gettin’ any warmer? I might need another hint.” Mary didn’t appreciate it but they were humoring her and they already regretted it.

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After pissing like a racehorse in the bathroom, Kat struggled to reassemble their hazmat suit, tying shit here, fumbling with stupid buttons there. Their suit sagged on their frame like a used condom, a shitty rendition of how they looked when Priya styled them. Their chest exposed and ghastly under the sterile bathroom lights, they strode over to the line of sinks, shoving the tap on with their bony wrists. Victoria Grace? Kat scoffed. The girl’s parents wanted her bullied so bad. Running water drowned the drunken shuffling well enough, and Kat pointedly ignored the door groaning from its hinges. “Then what am I gonna tell the kids?” they intoned without looking up. Couldn’t even wash their hands in peace at this fucking place. “Can you hang on ‘til I get through the ABCs? You made me lose my place, now I gotta restart.” They’re just being a dick.

LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : BATHROOM W / @vohras​

Her dress was cute and all but it was difficult to use the bathroom when you were wearing it. It had a zipper in the back and Harper already hated that, especially when she was drunk. She was lucky to unzip it on her own, it was zipping it back up. Her grip was utter shit when it came to something so small ( but give her a glass and she could firmly grasp it ) that she resorted on getting help from her best friend. “Victoria Grace,” Harper slurred the girl’s name, unlocking the gender neutral bathroom door and cracking it open slowly. “I need help with my–” Eyes fall on someone who was most definitely not Victoria Grace Demy. “You’re not my wife.” Obviously not, she didn’t even know them. “Have you– Did you see– Can you help me with my dress?” 

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Kat snorts. “Think they’ll even make it out the door?”

he overhears someone promising they’ll keep in touch. “ they won’t, ” he mutters gruffly to kat before taking a gulp of his drink.

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“Kerosene.” Kat examines their glass, holding it to the light. “Or petrol? Didn’t read the can.” They shrug, head lulling to the redhead. Suddenly they’re more inclined to be helpful. “How bad do you want your hangover to be?”

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“Okay, I have no idea what cocktail to try out. There’s so much variety!” she says, turning to the first person she sees. “What are you drinking? Or, actually, what do you recommend?”

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parkerbrandt​:

“Benevolence never was a spy’s forte,” Parker shook his head, looking over at them. “Appreciate it, and the compliment.” Yes, he’d take that win.

“And he knows big words, you’re a real catch,” Kat says sarcastically. “Sorry, my forte’s storin’ my knives, no time for anything else. What’s yours?” Doesn’t actually care, opening their book in case this Brandt dared to open their mouth. “I said it.” And they meant it. 

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oofcaleb​:

despite  their  response ,  caleb  smiles  more ,  not  sure  if  he  believes  them  as  he  pauses .  “  okay ,  bet .  ”  he  nods ,  and  luckily  for  him ,  and  them ,  there’s  some  glasses  being  passed  around  on  a  tray  that  caleb  will  grab  two  from ,  handing  kat  one .  “  try  again .  ” aka  down  it  and  say  yes ,  kat ,  ffs .   

Kat watches Caleb’s smile widen blankly before he disappears and reappears with two full flutes. Weird kid. Kat takes one, downs it, and pauses, smacking their lips to savor it. “No,” they decide. “You do know we’re gonna be here all night, right?” 

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closed starter for @dailypriya​

"I still look like a doughboy fucked a waiter,” Kat complains to Priya. Not a jab, just facts. God forbid they openly admit that they think they look good in their borrowed suit. But Priya’s got that wild look in her eye and she’s looking a little disheveled, like she’s been sneaking into closets with someone. A someone that they both knew. “Lookin’ a little red there, Pri,” they note suspiciously, an eyebrow cocked high on their forehead. 

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marifervalv​:

She wants to mention how she’s only interested in people who are hot but she knows that would only result in them giving some smart ass comment back. “Sure.” Marifer rolls her eyes when they call her only all right because, well, everyone knows that’s simply not true. Her eyes never leave them as they stand up, only brightening up at their words. “You’re at a spy school, I’m sure you can figure out what I’m after.” And if they don’t, she’d gladly demonstrate. 

Kat can see that she’s a knockout, anyone can, but her personality makes her more attractive. Takes a lot of confidence to assert and pursue what you want, and they like that about her. Among other things. “Hmm,” they hum faintly, eyebrows raising, as they slowly lean down, the distance between their faces minute but not closed. “Best give me some time. You owe me anyway.”

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marifervalv​:

“Was hoping for Idris Elba but you’re fine, I guess.” Marifer shrugs casually and before they’re even finished saying the words she’s pulled a lighter out of her shoulder bag, toying with it in her hand. “I already know I’m just the person you wanted to see.” She takes a step closer to them. “How about you offer me something more interesting?” 

“Good choice, he’s hot.” Kat would’ve wanted to get Idris alone too, damn. A DILF if Kat’s ever seen one. “You’re all right,” they banter back, no guessing needed, but they drink in Marifer in her dress, so someone’s lying. The amusement is plain on their features, a smirk toying on their lips that they don’t suppress. Didn’t take a genius to know what she’s talking about but Kat specialized in making shit difficult. She did get them on their feet, though, after sliding off the railing. They felt their pockets. “All I have on me’s a shitty iPod,” they conclude. “Call it a hunch, but I don’t think that’s what you’re after.”

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closed starter for @marifervalv​

“Just the person you wanted to see?” Kat guessed when Marifer spotted them outside. Even pulled out their earbuds like a gentleman, whatever silverware-in-garbage-disposal music still streaming through the miniature speakers. Perched on the railing of the terrace, an unlit cig on their lips, they needed a breather. They’re already a downer but the gala started grating on their nerves with its extravagance and ardor. “I’ll say it back if you got a light. Or if you’re here to gimme a push.” Doesn’t have a preference.

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“My favorite,” Kat intones, ladeling a cup anyway. Pulling out a flask to add liquor into their cup, despite an open bar being 10 steps away, they gesture to inquire if Orion wanted some too.

@gallagherstart​

“That one tastes like what I imagine a wet sock would taste like.” Orion motions towards one of the punch bowls. “Just so you’re aware.” 

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closed starter for @venividavici​

“Cool hair,” Kat commented. “One blond to another.” Vida was the third person that they noticed who stuck their head in a vat of bleach. There were more unnatural blondes in the crowd, probably, but, eh, the buzzword was noticed. Color Kat intrigued by what they’ve seen, no harm in finding out if they had more in common. “I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new?”

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jemfisch​:

– “CALL ME A CLICHE, BUT IT’S GOTTA BE LEMONADE. it’s the most versatile, and if i’ve gotta listen to one thing forever, it should have pop, reggae, soul, country, electronic…and a little bit of kendrick and the weeknd. that’s what i’m putting on for all my desert island days, building tents out of sticks and leaves while daddy lessons is booming, ” he concludes. “ how about you ? ” 

Kat isn’t surprised by Jem’s detailed analysis, it was why they asked in the first place. Makes them think. “Counterpoint: Self-Titled’s got Haunted and Frank Ocean producing.” How to say they had an emo phase without saying they had an emo phase. Haunted over Daddy Lessons, that’s for damn sure. “Didn’t peg you as a cowboy,” they stall with a wicked smirk. Cowboys walked among them disguised as everyone else, like serial killers. “Lemonade has its merits or whatever as a record, still should’a won the Grammy” — yes, they’re bitter — “but if I’m eatin’ sand for breakfast, a song called Sandcastles would be my last fuckin’ straw." They shake their head. “Genre variety’s fair, but nah, not for me.” Kat sipped, uncharacteristically precise as they draw out their response. “Guess.”

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swiiftbladcs​:

          ❛  can’t  blame  her,  she  had  quite  the  model  to  work  with.  ❜   it’s  all  playful,  of  course.   ❛  oh  yeah,  i  know !  and  i’ll  just  hold  onto  that  knowledge  and  dangle  it  in  front  of  your  pretty  nose.  ❜   she  absolutely  taps  their  nose  with  her  finger.  again,  not  giving  them  the  satisfaction  that  easily.  kat’s  smart,  they’ll  figure  it  out.  she  is  standing  right  in  front  of  them.    ❛  but,  you  can  try  to  pry  it  out,  i  suppose.  ❜   count  on  her  to  turn  anything  into  a  game.

Their eyeroll is a solid 8.6 on the Richter scale. “Ha-ha, more like she’s really into charity.” Priya’s not deplorable like every other person in this place, so she’s a good match for Mary, in that sense. They make a face at the nose tap — couldn’t help it, couldn’t swat her finger away in time. “Yeah? Heard she didn’t go here,” they lie, folding their arms across their chest. Kat leaned their shoulder against the wall; Gallagher’s spotless and Priya’s rich enough to just buy a new spy school if she’s upset that the suit they borrowed was returned a little dirty. “Oooh, generous, Mariko, but I’ll have to pass. It’s my day off so, no emotional labor.” Take the person out of the minimum wage job, et cetera. “But you could help me strike through some names, we can solve this mystery together.”

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“No.” They finished off their drink. “And no. Darn, looks like you gotta bring two.” Kat said no twice :(

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“  are  you  going  to  miss  me  ?  "  caleb  asks  them  with  a  wide  grin .   he  hasn't  even  graduated  yet  and  he's  already  missing  people .  “  if  you  say  no ,  i’m  giving  you  champagne  until  you  say  yes  .  ”

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closed starter for @jemfisch​

“Which Beyoncé album would ya’ want on a desert island with you? Rules are you can only take one. Can’t skip one song, and it’s gonna play the entire time you’re stranded. I’m talking every minute of every day for, like, a week. There’s no wrong answers.” Kat’s not getting stung by the Beyhive today.

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parkerbrandt​:

“…Nothing?” Parker rose an eyebrow. “Fellow student helping fellow student, you know?”

“Shame. In that case, you can find fellow student services that-a-way.” Without looking, Kat points at some rando. “And that’s on the house, stud.”