Re: Loitering: Cat C & Reece E
The sound of dust under needle crackled in the speakers as the mini-set broke up and... like, Nine-Inch Nails started playing with the sort of pulse that was weirdly sinister and dark. Reece was surprised it wasn't some highbrow jazz or something indie, after judging the place on aesthetic—and Cat's taste—alone. He was looking up at the ceiling, at the decoupaged paper and whatever was on it, squinting, when a man came up to the microphone to speak. He looked at him expectantly, without recognition, obviously. The accent wasn't enough to tip Reece off, even paired with the apparent position of power this man had.
But, then the man looked at him, and Reece looked back. It was the snare of new, unfamiliar gaze that was telltale, heart under floorboards, thump, thump, thump Oh. Reece, like, tucked his t-shirt into the waistband of his jeans, then decided it was stupid and looked bad, and pulled it back out, and had just enough time to lift his hand to the back of his head in the universal gesture of awkwardness when Cat curbed up to him. Because it was Cat. This man was Cat. There was no doubt, once Reece actually watched... her/him walk. "Oh," was how he started the interaction. But, she beat him to the punch and much more smoothly.
She looked at his shirt and Reece looked down at it, then they looked at each other. It was weird to see Cat's expressions on a(nother) different face. This ...uh, body was older. Um. Obviously. But, it suited Cat? Was that weird to say? Probably. Man, fuck. "Uh." He smiled, processing what she said only then, his mismatched gaze lingering on the smile of hers that was feline claw catch. "Um." Reece blinked. He rocked back on his heels. "Yeah, sure, man. Let's do it." The NIN song was still playing. The hardcore singer, whoever it was, was singing hardcorely about wanting to fuck you/whatever like an animal, and Reece laughed nervously. "Cool song, uh, b-bro." He regretted saying it as soon as the words passed his lips, but. Well.