Re: log: cat/eddie at the carnival
"Green's always been your color," she said, smile wide and lush, and her mossy gaze sliding over the man in jewel tones. She wondered if these were courting colors, and she found she didn't mind the thought of him finding someone. Oh, Cat could be fickle, and there were times she hated seeing other people happy, seeing them have things she didn't. But, and maybe it was the fact that he'd almost died, she was glad to see him looking like he'd found a way to better fit in his skin. And if May made that happen? Well, May could stay, at least as far as Cat was concerned.
She watched the flower burn, her own fingers still rubbing at the Wainright crest as she stood there. "Rapey is a very good word." The man Sasha had been talking to? He'd reminded Cat of home in a very bad way, and she knew what Eddie's gaze meant when it met hers. "We can't go in there and kill a man based on some words on a forum." But her tone said she wouldn't mind it, and Cat didn't have a huge respect for life, not without Bruce being around to be disappointed in her if she went lethal. Blame the military, blame the brainwashing, blame the Russians. Or, you know, blame her blood. Her father would be pleased to see how easily she considered ending the life of a creepy doctor. "I told Jude that Sasha could take care of herself. My sister's the best shot I know. If that doctor tries anything?" Cat crouched, and she flicked the lighter, watching white petals wither in the flames. "But, if you think there's something we should worry about?" Eddie would know better than her. After all, Sasha didn't tell her things.
She was leaning toward another cluster of blooms, setting them alight, when Eddie asked about the serum and getting drunk. "He said it's a purified version, modified, something he's been working on. Then he told me he hadn't undertaken the decision likely, as if he was afraid I was going to kill him for doing it. The short answer? I don't know. I think it depends on how diluted it was, how much he used, and how he altered it." She stood, and she brushed off her jeans. "For me? It takes an entire bottle to feel even a little warm. A joint works better," she admitted with a lift of shoulder that wasn't even a little apologetic. She was a hedonist, anyone who thought she hadn't tried whatever candy came along? Didn't know the meaning of the word.