Re: Log: The Cat - Cat/Matt
[She swung one of those scarlet-clad legs slowly, unhurried, with the same easy grace that she did most things. Oh, it was learned, surely, to a certain degree. But it was natural to her, and that was something you couldn't teach. No one had taught Cat that sway of hip, that ease with which she claimed the bartop. No, it was part of her suit, as sure as the slink and black were, but it was simply her. Unadulterated, and perhaps she remembered entitlement from before five. But after? After Cat's life had been anything but etiquette and lessons on how to walk, how to hold utensils, how to be witty when surrounded by men. And yet, yet she knew how to do all those things without fail or fall from grace.]
Jack? We're acquaintances. I haven't seen him again, but we talk regularly, and I've seen him plenty of times before. [She gave him a smile that said she saw his attempt at casual, and that she saw right through it.] Are you going to ask me if I've slept with him? [She set the newly empty glass on wood at her hip.] No. We haven't slept together. He wants to, but he's terrible at closing the deal. [Cat? She didn't see any point in hedging.
She left the topic when he said he'd like the trip to Russia.] Alright. I can make travel plans. No changing your mind once I do. [Was she worried about taking him out there? Not really. She was as likely to lose it as he was. Sometimes Cat was willing to face truths, and this was one of those times. As for what good she was doing? She Tsk'd.] Good? Me? [As if that didn't contradict what she'd just said, and she had an exceptional poker face. She reached below the counter, and she pulled out a joint she'd tucked up under the wood. She put it to her mouth, and she waited for him to produce a lighter. Perhaps it was a tease, a taunt, a test. Do you have a light?]
Right. That son. You could say привет for me. See if he tells you anything he hasn't told me. [She grinned around that joint.] Now him? I did sleep with. [Her mossy gaze said that confession was entirely deliberate. Why? That was anyone's guess, but it probably indicated something about her state of mind, her mood.]