"I suppose it's never crossed your mind that I'm coming here for one, very specific, reason." She looks through her lashes at Celia.

Celia does not blush and instead just smiles broadly.

"The dark and gloomy ambiance? It's a hit with all the goths."

"Goths, vampires-" She grins, leaning on the bar, her chin resting in her hand. "I do wish you'd let me see that pretty blush of yours more."

"Oh, I never blush," she lies. "I'm absolutely shameless. Shame just isn't in my DNA."

"Liar. I've seen it. It's so becoming. I want to kiss it sometimes." 

Cati feigns shyness, giggling. "Sorry. I'm not usually so forward."

She is definitely blushing! Shocking.

"How are you usually?"

"A perfect, demure little flower. Picture of innocence. Has never made a pretty girl blush ever."

"Liar. I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Not since I saw you."

"What's your name? I'm Celia."

"I'm Catienna," she says, and reaches out a hand.

She takes it. "You're freezing! Do you have a coat? I have one back here if you need it."

Catienna smiles a little wider. "Oh, such a good heart. Really, I'm fine. I just run a little cold. Though there are plenty of other ways you're very welcome to try and warm me up."

"I'm definitely open to suggestions. I get off at one."

"I'll be right here."

Celia smiles at her and continues on with her shift.

Eventually, time happens and she closes up the bar.

Catienna leans against the doorway, languidly. Her eyes follow Celia.

"My place or yours? Though note that my housemates might be a pain. They're always up in everyone's business."

"You haven't met 'in your business' till you've met my dad," Catienna laughs. 

She reaches up to lock her hands behind Celia's neck. "Come with me. I've got a place."

She kisses Catienna. "Lead the way."

Catienna takes Celia's hand, and leads her through back streets. It seems that the path she takes winds and dips, but she prowls the shadows with ease. 

Finally, she arrives at a nondescript door, and takes out a key. "Last stop, gorgeous."

Celia laughs. "I think you've completely gotten me lost. And I've lived in this city for nearly ten years."

Catienna draws her in for a deep, lingering kiss. "Once you've lived here as long as me, the city will give up all it's secrets. Promise."

She pushes the door open and pulls Celia inside.

She lets herself be pulled, closes the door behind them, and kisses Catienne again - a little more urgently.

"Jesus, that's ominous," she laughs between kisses.

Catienna's laugh is wild and genuine. "God, you should hear my friends. They say the exact same thing, that I'm a dark, ominous little soul."

She pulls Celia into an absurdly ornate apartment, a huge, golden four-poster bed taking up the centre of the room. 

Catienna starts pulling Celia towards it.