Re: Ice cream: Cat & Reece
Cat, to Reece's knowledge, had always liked politics. Well, maybe not liked. I don't know. But, she was good at it, anyway. It was interesting to hear her now. That said, for as much as he had to play politics (sort of), as much as climbing the ladder was pinging people off of each other like billiards balls, Reece found it boring too, usually. Manipulating people could get old, and you might've noticed, while he was good at the harmless thing, the boy didn't have a true pokerface. "So," he said with gaze appraising, "I'm with the queenpin. Is someone going to take a hit out on me? Boring, I know, but I feel like I should ask."
His nose unharmed, Reece looked up from his work as Cat scoffed, speaking on Aegis. "Oh, I know it," he said, "I just wanted to know what you'd say about me." He batted his eyelashes at her, then, with the seriousness of anyone who had their work looked over, waited for Cat to react to his, um, perfect hexashot mocha. But, she gave him nice little whistle, and Reece smiled, leaning forward against the counter toward her as his own shots pulled.
"Probably not. But, who needs sleep?" He made a show of looking her over when she asked about black. He pushed off of the counter to get another set of shots started. "You look good in black," he agreed, "but, I bet you're killer in red too." He smiled winningly, then began to heap more ice into plastic cup. Once he had all six of his own shots, cold water, and ice, he leaned against the counter again, sipping. "We do. Like a nice flashy pair of socks."