If you'd never had to start your evening by explaining to a zombie band in no uncertain terms that they were not allowed to play porno music tonight or ever again, then you didn't know Kitty's pain.

That said, this whole thing in general was a lot easier when she had a boyfriend, and she was being good. She was even dressed a little conservatively for the bar for her, which meant leather pants and a tank top because she still thought it was warm no matter what she did to the thermostat. She'd been unsuccessful in getting Tino to take down the sign advertising specials on dirty-themed drinks, because while she didn't want to field orders for Screaming Orgasms all night, apparently he did. Now all she had to do was get to a point in her shift where she felt okay ditching out early and going straight to Clint's house because seriously already.

Aaaand now she was distracted again, awesome.