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Katherine found it impossible to keep up with the number of men who chose to enter the bar sighing, as if it was the only way to announce they've arrived. Some were more interesting, some were not. Turning to see who was the newcomer each time was tiring, however... It's the mention of Atlan's choice of drink that draws the attention of the violet-haired woman. She adjusts in her seat, eyes averting to the side to scan him from head to toe.
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That was a first for tonight. A Mint Julep. It wasn't impressive, no, but at least it wasn't a beer or some simple rum.
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"It's a cocktail. The base of it is mostly whiskey and sugar if I recall correctly. Light, almost sweet... Very..." The interaction between the man and the bartender did not go unnoticed. In fact, Atlan stopping himself from saying what Katherine presumed to be a curse was cute in her eyes. Almost innocent. Old fashioned manners were always so strange for the Rocketess. So... Foreign. "..Soft, I'd say. You can't get hungover from a Mint Julep." However, she wouldn't be opposed to the idea of curing a hangover with this drink.
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"Forget about it, Harold. He'll have an old-fashioned." A smile blossoms upon Katherine's countenance just as she delivers the glass of martini to her lips, stealing a short sip. "My name is Katherine. And you are..?"

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"You'll have to stick around a bit longer if you truly care to find out." There's that signature, sly smirk that spreads across the woman's lips when the words part from her lips, just as Atlan takes a seat beside her. "But the clothes helped, yes." Her eyes shifted towards Harold, observing him just before the alcohol is poured into the glass. "It tastes better with rye whiskey, Harold. If you don't mind..." Her eyes drift back towards Atlan. She doesn't need to watch the bartender switch between the bottles. After all, it was enough to listen to the sound of the cheap bottle he heavily placed back on the counter.
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The man murmured a couple of words, likely something about how young people were the worst to serve.
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"Atlan." She repeats, her eyes smiling now as well. Kat paid no mind to Harold at this point-- at least for now, for as long as her glass wasn't empty. "No, I don't. I've never been to this bar before. And I don't visit Rustboro often. Not as much as I'd like." It's a lie, of course, but the smile betrays whatever feelings she truly held for the city. "But that can change. I haven't been given a good enough reason to return yet." But the night was still young, and the possibilities were endless.
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Katherine finishes whatever was left of her martini next. The skewer of olives is fished from the empty cocktail glass, and the woman frees them of the skewer with her teeth. It was her favorite thing about her favorite drink. The glass is pushed slightly closer towards the bartender's side of the counter, waiting to be refilled.
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"What brings you here, At? An annoying boss or a bitchy girlfriend?" One might mistake her bluntness for a side effect of intoxication. It isn't. Katherine is always this direct.

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Charisma or entitlement. Katherine was practically swimming in a pool of one of those-- but the question remained; which? Was she a natural charmer who easily impressed people or was she a snob who believed herself to be superior to everyone else? It reality, it was a mix of both.
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But it does take a while to peel the layers of defenses she keeps around herself to witness this. To understand why she is the way she is. And living a double life as a member of a criminal organization... It didn't help obviously. She only had more to hide. But when a person like Kat does something of this nature for so long, it becomes easy. A part of a routine. The truth is what you make it.
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"Oh? A proper tour you say?" Atlan was not the first to make this offer to her, but this was the first time she seriously considered accepting it. "That doesn't sound too bad." She couldn't help but wonder what else was worth seeing in Rustboro city. Last Katherine heard, there was a company worth robbing that operated within the city. But she doubted that his offer included any criminal activities.
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"Another martini then, Harold." He had to have known that she preferred it colder and drier than most by now.
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"Ah. I am afraid this will be disappointing to hear. I don't have any interesting boss to tell you about," Katherine reveals with a proud smile. It's not that she was unemployed, of course, but she preferred to switch between jobs as quickly as she could. Whenever something new came up, she moved on. "I don't like sticking to one place or a job for too long. Once I get bored, I move on." She looked around the bar, almost as if checking it out for the very first time tonight. "I suppose that's what brought me here. Curiosity, boredom. A bit of both."
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Her lavender eyes returned to Atlan after a brief moment, the smile persisting. "So far I am not regretting my decision to come here."

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His question rings in her mind, and although she knows the answer - it isn't fired so quickly. There's always a bit of teasing when it comes to Katherine, at least wherever possible. Two steps forward and then one back. When things burned slowly, the woman could enjoy them for longer. And tonight, she wanted to toast Atlan on the faintest of flames.
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The way you'd cook an animal who's not meant to find out that it's dinner for later.
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"Hm... Some, some. I guess I'd split it in half between you and Harold, At." A faint smirk touches at the Rocketess' lips, and despite the compliment the bartender is given, she pays him no mind. Her focus is devoted to Atlan alone, it seems.
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"Service..." Kat paid a glance to her clothing, or rather, the small cleavage that her dress allowed. "And I thought I dressed quite conservatively." She remains silent for a brief while, intent on making Atlan believe that she was serious. "Just kidding. I know it's not what you meant. But... My jobs are fairly simple. Whatever gets me the most cash for the least amount of time." But then again, who doesn't aim for the same conditions? "I usually waiter in fancy events. You know, rich people's parties. When they feel like donating some of their money for a cause." Which half of the time translated to 'good publicity'.
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"I've had a couple of times where I just worked at a shop, but only for a day or two. I prefer working in places where tips are involved."
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Her smile grows a tiny bit wider now, "You know, because of my charm. It really works."
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"Thank you."
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Harold passes Katherine a nod as her drink is served, and she is quick to claim a sip of it while it's still cold and the cocktail glass is freezing. The mist that rises from it doesn't concern her. If anything, it encourages her to hurry.

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There's a moment of hesitation where the woman wonders if she should mention where his eyes went. Maybe even a remark about how her eyes were up here and not there-- but Katherine decides against it. Atlan was blushing plenty enough without her embarrassing him further. Regardless, it seemed like he caught himself doing it faster than most. Her comment wasn't necessary.
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"Well, I haven't tried anything like that just yet..." But if the opportunity was to arise, the Rocketess would consider it a challenge. And she rarely backs away from those. "Oh?" It was funny. If it wasn't for the criminal organization, she would not have been able to support her current lifestyle. The surprise that creeps to her expression comes without warning. Until now, Katherine was convinced that Atlan was the type who could only stomach sitting behind a desk and working in an office. Who would've thought that he was once a drifter too?
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Regardless, no insult is found in his remark.
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Maybe if Kat's life wasn't as boring as she described, then it would have hit her differently. But considering her secrets? She'd be a hypocrite if she tried to pretend that Atlan was wrong. "It depends on the job and the people, I guess. I've been to places where people don't tip at all." Harold, who until now pretended as if he wasn't eavesdropping, coughed like he had just choked on something.
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The prospect of no tips scared many, it seemed.
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"But a job in Rustboro, hm... What do you have for me, At?" Katherine takes another sip from her martini before leaning closer, invading his personal space. She halts an inch or two away from his ear, hushed words parting from her lips. "..I am just warning you. I don't think you can handle me in a maid outfit."
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If staring at her cleavage almost turned him into a tomato, she imagined anything further would cause a nosebleed.

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Atlan's words surprise Katherine.
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No, not just his words. The fact he's willing to lean in closer and respond so easily surprises her. That's the one. But when his finger touches her skin, she's practically at disbelief. Not because it bothered her, but simply because until now... She had mistaken him for a coward. Someone she could push around easily. A nudge here and a nudge there, and he'll do just what she expects him to.
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However, it seemed like the Rocketess read him wrong.
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"A reward, huh?" It's either the moment that captivates her attention or the alcohol, but whichever it was, Katherine fails to notice the stranger in time. Atlan's case folder is stolen. Harold is the one to thank for alerting them of the thief-- but he is also the reason the man breaks into a sprint, intent on escaping before he can be stopped. She respected it. It takes courage to steal so obviously in such a public setting. Not anyone is willing to commit to such an act so easily. Many in the organization she worked for lacked this fire in them. It was rare. But Katherine had it. It's why she was capable of recognizing it in someone else.
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"..Oh. I am definitely coming with you."
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There was no doubt in her heart about it. "You need to know who you're hiring, after all." And what better way to demonstrate her skills than to catch someone who happened to be a thief like her?
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Kat's movements almost mimic Atlan's. The violet-haired woman is swift to rise from her seat and collect a Pokeball from her bag. There is no hesitation - not a second is wasted. She acts first and thinks second. It's always been this way. The button at the middle of the pokeball is pressed lightly, allowing Morgana, her Mismagius, to materialize.
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Most pokemons would find it hard to traverse in a city during the night.
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But not one who'd been trained to do so like Morgana had.
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"Morgana. Bring us to the man who's running." It's a straight forward command that is answered without a sound. Instead, the move used merely allows for the Ghost-type to shape a portal of sorts from the shadows of the night. Katherine takes a step forward, dipping half of her body inside before looking towards Atlan, "If we manage to catch him first, you're telling me what's so important in that folder, At."
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She smiles, and then takes the final step into the portal. Mismagius joins her trainer before the portal is sealed, and they disappear-- likely with the intent of appearing somewhere near the escaping thief.
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The race is on.

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