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Kate hesitated as she watched from the chair she'd been rested on like she was infirm. The echoes of that question in her mind had, in its own way, left her infirm.
She was being moody, a low from that moment of high that had been there before. She just needed to breath, mop up the dry mess.
Both Eric, Tiffany and a random third person were huddled around an enormous screen, a fourth appeared, she held a small tray of tall shot glasses, like flutes with no stem. Each was a rainbow of six colours. They all got including the women working there, they tilted back a shot and one colour vanished down their gullet while the rest of the colours remained in the glass. Then they drank again, and another colour became liquid and vanished.
Genevieve wasn't there, she was behind Kate, her back to them all, nodding, bobbing while either having a stroke or talking to others and keeping busy.
It left Kate with her thoughts, which hung on the accept option. Kate knew what she believed she looked like. Her answer Kaitlyn Simmons looked like most modest polite people, the world was full of the deformed, mutilated and broken, she wasn't. And, of course, there were those as fiery hot as everyone around Kate.
Well, at least Kate wasn't the worst in the world.
A painfully meaningless thought. Literally everyone said that.
Everyone around Kate, all of them were stunning and even they would say nonsense like that.
Kate pulled up the screen Eric had given her and used it to stare at her reflection before looking at Genevieve and then turning to Tiffany and up at Eric. She ground her teeth and stared harder at her image. Did she like her nose? Did she like her forehead? She liked her eyes, the gauntness from a lack of sleep, she had gunk there, and they'd been staring at her for so long!
It didn't matter. She knew the game her brain had started playing with her spirit, her terrible natural state battling against her peace, brutalizing it. And it was working, enough to force her finger forward.