Re: Near the ring of fire, later...: Cat C & Reece E
"No—it's just--well, I was--We--" She kept smiling and it was like some scroll was unfurling, inch by infuriating, hyperbolic inch. And each one of those inches made Reece frown more, until they pair of them likely looked like the caricatures of Drama and Comedy improvising over drinks. "I had finally accepted the blackmail."
It was all he said. There was more, but it was drowned out just then, under heady froth and shot-back liquor. And since he didn't know what she meant by him being better off with her cryptic, he didn't so much as say a word about that. No. It wasn't until he was acting as a bull in a china store, tossing that poor stool over in his scrambling haste—and after Cat waved, smiling, that he finally just said: "I--I will."
Leaving. Right. Leaving.
Reece grabbed his jacket, didn't bother putting it on, and he left.
And he definitely wouldn't remember to tell Michael anything.