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[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

And a Catherine--free of rocks--stumbles into the bar, collapses at a table, and doesn't move for a few minutes.

Her voice is nearly gone from singing, her feet are numb from dancing. She's exhausted, dazed, and in a whirl.

And she's still wearing sparkly sequined high heels.

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"You're gonna be okay, you hear me? You've got your key--let me get you out of here."

No worse than the times they went clubbing together.

Sara gets her out of the bar and tucked into bed, promising to tell Hank.

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

[ooc: ftb? It's pretty late, anyways *snogs thoroughly*]