*This was just getting better & better in Kat's opinion. Whoever this guy was, he sure wasn't about to let the Barbies or their Kens get the best of him. She smirked, knowing that the girls wouldn't get thier manicured hands dirty doing anything....but then her brows arched seeing a girl approach who had to be some kind of relative to Mac. It was obvious...except the fact the Barbies must have been giving her dressing lessons cause she looked like a cheap hooker rather than the pretty girl she could be..with that obvious Scot's blood in her. This was personal for the guy, and Kat hoped that maybe, just maybe, the girl was smart enough to come to her senses. In any case, Kat wasn't gonna let the guy go in alone. What the hell were a few more bruises for tonight anyway, huh?*
