Re: Loitering: Cat C & Reece E
"That sounds sexist," was Reece's offhanded comment. It didn't bother him at all that Cat had given him money. Why would it? He liked being rich, regardless of how he got that way, and he didn't have the scruples, the pride, or the principles that would make him even begin to question or doubt or anything like that. But, to be clear, he hadn't had nothing. He was in the six-digit range. Seven, however, was much better, and he did have Cat to thank for that.—Reece just laughed a little at the idea that 1) he had any friends, and 2), even if he did, that they'd believe anything like what Cat said.
She was standing, and Reece looked up. His gaze was drawn to the hand that played with his hair, and he almost missed any sight of any dick in any state. Almost. But, he did see it, and then he was nervous. Reece shifted on the couch, not removing his hands from their place on his lap. "Yeah, dude. Sure." Totally cool, he just nodded and smiled, not daring to inch from his spot. I mean, obviously she'd seen his dick before, but, this kind of thing was always embarrassing to Reece. "Go do your, uh, cool music thing, and I'll—yeah, I'll talk to you later." He gave her a thumbs up, which probably did nothing but cement the obviousness of his nerves (etc.), but, oh well, it was done now.