She smiled and raked her nails through his hair, "Tim will be fine, and I think this is the right choice, and while it might not matter to Timmy, I do feel it's better that it's you and that he knows,"

Randy VIII's smile broadened. "I'm inclined to agree," he answered, inching a bit closer to her. "Might not be somethin' he wants to think about, but I think it does make a difference."

Cat gave him a brushing kiss, "Then it's all settled!"

"Good. ...Oh, an' Jones says he won't be home 'til seven," Randy VIII noted.

"Oh? You don't say?" Cat purred, tracing the edge of his ear with a fingertip.

The ear twitched. "Yeah, an' I'll tell you what's more; the job I had today was pretty disappointing," he replied. "Real boring, over in about ten minutes." Black-painted lips formed an exaggerated pout. "And I put on my nicest heels, too."

"Awwww, well why don't you let me entertain you for the next hour or so?" she cooed.

He placed his hands gently over her hips. "That sure would be appreciated."

She purred and drew him close, "Well come on then,"

It was not yet seven o'clock when Randy VIII was on his way home again. Despite how much the situation had upset Jones and the resulting setback in his plans to get valuable items off of him, he felt good about the direction in which things were going. He resolved that if he did have to choose, he was definitely choosing Cat.

Kurt crossed paths with him on his way back. He took a deep sniff, "Cinnamon spice....you've been with Cat," he said.

He giggled. "You good," he answered, pointing at Kurt. "Now who was I wit' before that?"

Kurt took a deeper sniff, his wide nostrils nearly sucking up some of Randy'a hair, "I smell cheap cologne, grease and grocery store brand red wine, some guy who tried to impress you but didn't have the funds or the stamina to do anything worthwhile?"

"You on fire, sug'!" Randy VIII laughed and gave him a friendly slap. "I oughtta find a way to mass-produce that nose a' yours an' sell it."

"Yes, well it's not always a blessing, you're definitely going to have to bathe well to get the stink of other people off of you," Kurt wrinkled his nose.

Randy VIII giggled again. "I know all about that one," he lamented. "Schickelgrubers got pretty strong sniffers, too, an' bein' a hooker and all..."