Kitty watched the situation take to major steps to hell in the matter of seconds. Shit hit the fan, shit got real and every other metaphor that included the word shit and a rapid escalation could be used to discribe this situation and kitty wasn't like it very much! But then again she wasn't going to speak up again considering they had a freaking, crazy-in-the-brain, over protective sister with a brother complex that had a gun that had been pointed in her direction and seemed ready to fire... Great...
"Hay lex, I have a phycologist on speed dial that could give you a brilliant rate for your family's anger management classes... Or I can get them a dictionary which would tell them the meaning of being stealthy and discreet is not alerting the entire Capulet house to their little spat, bring in some old guy with a limousine and you know, just generally starting shit with their obnoxiously loud voices." She whispered into lex's ear while giving miss crazy and her trigger happy, mafia boss of a brother her What-the-actual-fuck-is-wrong-with-you look.
Besides from Misses crazy moment of "Let's all play fire practice with the poor, defenseless blond chick." no one seemed to be actually giving her a second glance which made it a good idea to run the fuck away before the sister actually decided to use the weapon she was holding... Kitty didn't like her odds.
"Would it be cool with you if I made a run for it... In the opposite direction from this family of yours? I will meet you down at the usual place off main." She mumbled again as she began her slow movement in the opposite direction, her steps slow and silent from all her years practicing being light on her feet and dancing. She could also deliver a swift punch or kick if anyone of those Montague siblings or their minions come after her, not to mention she wasn't afraid to break a few bones as long as it ensure she didn't end up with a few rounds through her brain.
"Shit going down on the front lawn. Montague idiots decided to start shit. Not my fault." the message was brief but she knew her father would get the message. Capulets might be businessmen, but you didn't survive a feud with a mafia family with out a few tricks up your own sleeves. "Capulet forces will be flooding here in 2 seconds. Meet me on main in one." she sent off the second message to Lex's phone as she finally made it out of firing range and the sound of helicopters entered the air, police sirens going off in the distance and the marching sound of solid boots hitting the wooden floors inside the house as Elites exited the doors, dressed to the nines and all wealding heavy guns.... It's safe to amuse that the Montagues might of been a little out numbered and out matched but then again your never know.
"Thanks Kitty. Your mother and I will be talking to you about your little rondayvoo later, currently you are expected to return to the ball room or else we will send men to retrieve you.", she could literally hear her fathers cold tone seeping though the message and withheld her sigh of exasperation. Leave it to the Montagues to ruin her night of drinking, dancing and just getting fucked up... Now it would be spent under her annoying fathers firm gaze and probably some unpleasant punishment that should never be repeated to anyone else.
"Thanks assholes. Try thinking of others for a change and not your next fucking adrenaline hit." She grumbled to herself as she made her way back to the main house with slow, resigned steps.