Re: NYE: Cat & Reece
She was expecting him to be dazzled, not that she would ever admit it. He was young, eager, and she often had trouble remembering that underneath that youthful guise? He wasn't that young, and he wasn't that eager. Oh, she'd always thought him too young for her, but she still forgot that he was a decade older, somewhat. You would think that would be an easy thing for a woman like her to remember, given the parallels, but that wasn't always the case. But, to get to the point, she was expecting him to be distracted, and so that snowball to the stomach? Hit her full on.
She managed to avoid the one to the head, but only just, and by the time he began working on ammo? She was determined to make him pay for his ability to concentrate on the task at hand. As for him winning? She chuckled as she kicked his ammo to powdery slush, with a fair amount of it landing in his face. "Winning doesn't mean anything, Reece, not without something to give it weight."
Her shoe, flat and with no heel whatsoever, was planted firmly against his chest. And drunk, high, the combination didn't do anything to keep her from successfully shoving at him with the added strength the serum gave her. Oh, Cat was good at hiding that extra bit of oomph. But she pulled it out now, enough to shove the boy back. And she was on him a moment later, thighs on either side of him, and this was war. She didn't have any snowballs constructed, so she just scooped snow onto the boy's face as quickly as her gloved hands would allow - which was, in fact, very quickly.