Re: Behind the bar: Cat/Reece
[So she wasn't at her most observant, but of course she noticed his flat and annoyed look. Funny thing? She wasn't actually sure what she'd said to earn her the look. She'd answered him, hadn't she? She rubbed at her temple with those long, gun-calloused fingers.] The man whose father made the serum, he works in the military here. Guess what he does for a living? He makes serums. [She didn't look at him as she continued, and perhaps that was telling.] I've been working at getting close to him, but there was a hiccup. [She raised her gaze. Ah, there, she managed a casual smile.
When he rubbed his face, she really looked at him. It was the movement that did it, and her mossy gaze was attentive. From his bruised knuckles, to the exhaustion on his face, and then down to those dreadful sneakers. Which part of it made her sigh and drop the walls and act? Who knew. The important thing was that she did.] She liked you. You're right. No matter what she said. And she didn't believe my lies, so that makes me no better. [As for talking about sister things?] I tried. I did, but it didn't work. It never works. In her mind, everyone likes me and hates her, and I can't seem to move past that with her. It's never been true. I don't know why she sees it that way. I'm more than a decade older than her. [She reached behind herself for the towel, and she held it out to him.] No nano-bomb this time. A promise. [She motioned to the shower.] You look exhausted. Wash up, and I'll get some blankets and pillows out. [She pushed away from the sink.] Do you want me to lend you some pajama pants, or is that offensive? [She grinned, teasing blooming.] They've been laundered.