Evangeline rests on the bar, casually scanning over the room, observing the miscellaneous activities of those surrounding her.
She notices a new arrival enter the bar and without any hesitation reaches for her non-existent holster and handgun. She mumbles something to herself which only by chance would be heard by anyone around her.
****.
The hell is Congress doing here?
Frozen stiff, Evangeline watches the woman stroll across the room, her eyes tracing their target with catlike focus and accuracy.
After a few moments of internally tense silence, she sighs heavily and leans back on to the bar, propping herself up with her back. The woman responsible for Evangeline's upset was, apparently, ignorant of her presence.
Doesn't know or doesn't care. Let's hope it stays that way.
Evangeline reseats herself into the atmosphere of the party and continues her preferred activity of gently petting Licentia, the kitten purring proudly in a barely-awake state within her mothers' arms whilst both mum and herself beamed with warm, maternal expressions.
It's a good thing you didn't have more than one, Vixen or else I'd've tried to buy one off you. She's just so cuuuuuuute~!
Evangeline fawns over the kitten for a time before swapping her attention and gaze from Licentia to her mother.
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