Re: NYE: Cat & Reece
Okay, look, he was dazzled. He was. His attention wasn't precisely at its sharpest, but at least some of it had floated to Cat and was dazzled. It was just... he was also focused on the snowballs, because Reece was actually a fairly competitive guy. And his harmless act was, largely, an act. Now, he was drunk off of his de-aged ass at present, but the habits he had enacted had become ingrained. He couldn't—and didn't—drop all of them, even now. (Which maybe meant it wasn't a pretense any longer, but who he was? God, Reece would've loved that.)
What he didn't love, and never would, was having snow kicked directly into his face, especially when the snow shrapnel came from the snowballs he spent precious time making. "Hey!" It was clear, ringing indignation. Reece looked up to Cat to pout at her extensively, but all he managed was the shift of poked-out lower lip to eyes going wide with surprise. He went flat on his back into the snow. "Oof—" His breath rose like a comic book speech bubble, up, up, until it was out of the frame. The little stars stayed before his eyes a little longer, probably because, you know, he was wasted.
"So you're going to—" But, she was on him. Cat was shoveling snow onto Reece's freezing and freezinger face with a speed that was very alarming. He sputtered, and he fought back. Not by plying the woman with snow, but by scraping it off of his face as it came. But, the cold gathered everywhere it could, in the corners of his eyes, in his lashes, nostrils, crevice of his lips (and into his mouth, because he was trying to talk). Eventually, he figured out he'd do better stopping Cat's hands than bailing snow from his face, and he tried. With his real arm, he didn't have a whole lot of strength, at least not compared to Cat. But, the other—it probably stopped her flat, even if it strained from the effort.—At the very least, it allowed Reece the reprieve to talk. And, of course, to notice Cat was sitting on him, with her thighs on either side. (See? Dazzled.) "I'm going to kill you in your sleep," he threatened, not very menacing from where he was pinned in the snow, but you had to give him credit—he did try.
Reece wriggled, without letting up his grip on either hand/wrist/arm/limb. He kicked his feet in the slushy snow and squirmed between thighs. Before he exhausted himself a little bit, kind of wanted to hurl, but also was like, between Cat's thighs, so he didn't really want to get up. He sighed a moment later, then laughed. "You are so drunk right now." The pot thought the kettle was blacker than anything, and he thought that was pretty funny.