Leopards are solitary creatures, in the wild they were barely seen by anyone and largely still a mystery. Their were-cousins were little different, few of their breed existed for that very reason and she had yet to meet another of like her since the change. Needless to say Carolina's social life wasn't exactly what it used to be, and it wasn't something she necessarily mourned. The jobs she had held since then were mostly night-oriented, coupled with her own preference for sleeping the day away, didn't leave much time for anyone other than the gray tabby cat who had adopted her. Speaking of jobs she should probably have headed toward the Cat's Meow tonight and see if she couldn't get her old bartending gig back, but given the chance she had run back to what brought in the best paycheck regardless of the risk. Truth be told she liked the rush and thrill of the hunt, she thought absentmindedly as her fingers curled through her silken hair.

So wrapped up in her thoughts it took her a moment longer than it should have to notice the sound of footsteps headed toward her with purpose, not just someone randomly passing by. Almost unconsciously her body tensed as her large eyes lifted up to the glass and caught his slightly distorted reflection. Only with great effort did she maintain her unflappable expression, swallowing the surprise that she would just so happen to meet him on the street after all this time, a turn up for the book if there ever was one. At the sound of his deep voice she turned slowly, controlled almost like a dancer with a light smile pulling up the corners of her pink-glossed lips before leaning back against the cool brick and turning her hazel eyes to those of familiar icy blue. A breathy laugh leaves her as he finishes speaking, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at him simply for the fun of it being fairly she he might not have thought about her since that night. "Mister Hatter, who knew I would get such a pleasure," she responds lightly with the twinge of her southern twang ringing in the night air.

Gracefully she shifts her weight, putting her hands on the brick of the old building to support her weight and finding she enjoyed the way the cold exterior bit into her. For a moment she took him in once more, the way the street lights played off his pallid skin, the contrast of his street clothes versus the elaborate costume he had worn before; even his trench coat while perhaps a bit cliché suited his figure. She caught a whiff of his cologne, thick and familiar as the first night they had met, reminded her of how his broad hands had spanned her waist while they danced. "As I recall you had a distaste for my dancing style," she teased, recalling the slight exhilaration as he had spun her with an ease that only came with experience.

Pushing off the wall she steps toward him slightly, unable to deny whatever it is that charged the air between them. Magnetism, sexual tension, unresolved issues, a distinct voice in the back of her head that said she shouldn't encourage him... Call it what you will she enjoyed the feel of it crawling up her spine as she tilted her head to look up at his chiseled features. "So what brings you to my side of town?" Anyone walking by could tell that this was distinctly not an area someone of her type would or could call home, but almost every word that passed between them was a game of some kind and this was just her way of playing along.