The Flying Pussyfoot, Limbo City, Wednesday

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Due to owning a business, Kathy sometimes got very weird, not-at-all-related-to-her-business offers from vendors trying to establish a working relationship. Most she tossed, but occasionally something really cool would end up in her inbox. Like a pair of tickets for a Murder Mystery Dinner, taking place on a newly-renovated luxury train from the 1930s. People would sign up, choose a character from the list of possible dinner attendees, and then show up and ride the train around Limbo City for a few hours, having dinner and trying to solve the whodunnit.

Kathy had been charmed from the start and had pretty much decided to go immediately. The question of who to take was answered when she spotted that one of the characters listed was a "rich rock star."

That made it easy.

One conversation of 'You don't have to dress up and you can bring your guitar!' and 'pleeeeease, it sounds like a ton of fun!' later, and Kathy and Dante had their tickets and were waiting to board the extravagant train cars of The Flying Pussyfoot for four hours of delicious, murdery fun!

[For the poor sap who agreed to this]

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//I can think of things that suck better,// she murmured in Korean.

"What was that, dearie?"

"Just Korean grace," Kathy lied, baldly and with the prettiest smile.

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Dante'd been around her for long enough that he got two words of that. (Mostly the dirty one.)

He made an amused noise but said nothing else, tearing into his food.

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One didn't really tear into ratatouille, not really. But Kathy still dipped into it with polite haste; after their bout in the bathroom, she was starved.

And if her hand slid over to his lap, not to be dirty but just to rest on his knee, what of it?

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It made Dante smile as he finished his meat dish, was what it did. At some point he looked up and caught her eye, around when a waiter swept in to take his dishes.

He looked deeply fond.

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Kathy smiled back and there was no way to hide how she felt about him. "Thanks for coming out with me," she said as the door to the car burst open and a man staggered in, blood too red to be real.