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[kitty_the_wolf]

Kitty loves Fridays. She also hates them. When the show starts...oh, man. That's the top of the world. That's perfection and beauty and grit and she feels like God. Waiting for the show to start is as bad as waiting for the full moon to rise.

That's why her coffee is decaf, and her (rare) steak has as many fork-holes as bites from it.

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[bigheadedchild]

"Hi. I've never seen you before."

It may seem a little abrupt, but she's the first person he spots after being flung through the door by his sister, and it's been a while.

[kitty_the_wolf]

"That's probably because this is my fourth time." Kitty says as she looks down at the kid with the really big head, "I'm Kitty Norville. You?"

[bigheadedchild]

"Dib. You haven't seen any short green aliens with buggy eyes and polka-dotted backpacks have you?"

He looks around as he asks, eyes scanning the room suspiciously.

[kitty_the_wolf]

"No, but I certainly will keep my eyes open!" Kitty says with amusement.

[furiousmaximus]

"Something wrong with the food?" Max asks with a broad grin as he stops beside her. His smile suggests that he knows just how lame an opening line that is, but also that he doesn't care.

[kitty_the_wolf]

Kitty looks up at him with a grin that says she knows it too, but she'll let him get away with it this time, "Not even, it's just Friday night and that means pre-show nerves."

[furiousmaximus]

"Pre-show nerves?" he repeats, an eyebrow raised curiously.

[kitty_the_wolf]

"I host a talk show." Kitty explains, "And my guest tonight is a patron from here. I'm on pins and needles to find out how the audience is going to react."