regan frost. (contemnere) wrote in ofourowndevice, |
Rational wasn't a word most people would use to describe Regan Frost and he was perfectly okay with that. To hell with rationality, it had never gotten him anywhere. Never would. There was only one way to get what you wanted, what you needed, what you deserved, and it sure as shit wasn't rationality. That all went out the window in this place anyway, and it wasn't like any of them would be here if they were rational to begin with, right? Regan knew that better than the woman standing across the hall but she would come to learn in time.
"If that's you snapping," he said to her, furrowing his brow in an expression of unveiled disappointment, "then it was anticlimactic, not to mention underwhelming." He hoped it wasn't, something about the way she held herself, the way she talked, told him she had more in her than that. Regan found himself wanting to know what it looked like when he really snapped. Curiosity killed the cat, that was what they said, but he wasn't a cat, he was still alive and kicking. The security staff probably wouldn't be too broken up if that changed any time soon but Regan wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. "I can save you the trouble and tell you that the staff don't give a single shit if you shower before you start drinking. Seriously. You could go down there in your pyjamas -- or whatever the hell you sleep in -- and they wouldn't even bat an eye. They'd just pour you whatever you want to drink and they'll even smile while they're doing it." True story. Not that Regan had done it personally but he'd seen it on more than one occasion.