“Yeah not even I want that on camera.” Kat said snapping the camera shut but no without being able to fight a smile.
Heading towards the side board near the back of the room, Kat opened the cupboard and inspected their levels of alcohol stock. They were fast dwindling. But tonight she was breaking into the good stuff.
Grabbing a bottle of Jack and a tumbler, Kat filled it to the top for herself, not bothering to offer any to the others. She needed warming up from the inside. Coming back to the blazing fire, Kat slumped down into one of the comfy couches and flipped the small screen on her camera open again. Hitting the rewind button. Come on! There had to be something useful recorded tonight . . . Except there wasn't. It was just black broke by white flashes as the small speaker crackled with the sound of the wind.
Swearing something vicious. Kat turned on the couch so her bare feet dangled over the armrest heated by the burning embers in the hearth. Sighing heavily, she took a hearty gulp of the amber liquid in her glass. The whiskey burned a warm trail down her throat, warming her from the inside out.
She had to get out of here . . .
“So why were you two getting it on in the middle of the floor?” Kat questioned lazily. “With an audience? I didn't think you were into that sort of thing Ulyssess? Winston on the other hand . . .” Well all bets were off.