Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat & Reece E
Like any good corporate climber, Reece had curated his presence online to the best of his ability, and a good deal of information about him was, indeed, public, including his history with Tethys, as it went back to his childhood and the arm. He was a success story for the company, something they could brand and sell on pamphlets or testimonial pages—a boy they helped, who was inspired to come work for them, blah, blah, blah. And normally, Reece was happy to play poster boy. It was good exposure and it was attention and it made him feel worthwhile and useful. But, not tonight. Tonight he wanted nothing to do with any of it, as he sat at this bar decorated in debris like license plates and Johnny Cash lyrics, with a woman named Cat pouring him drinks as she blackmailed him.—Tonight he would--tonight he would much rather be somewhere else, someone else, and that wasn't a feeling that Reece had felt for a long, long time. Since his days Before the Arm.
He sighed against his arm, but Cat continued to speak, detailing her plans for him, and he had to look up when she started in on 'significant others.' He let his forearm fall, a metallic thud on the bar, as he sat up straighter in the stool, uneven gaze narrowing on her face into a near-squint.
"What?" He didn't even notice the fourth drink. He laughed at her, more scoff than anything, and he took to shaking his head again in disbelief. "You want to--You want me to--Why can't you use someone else? I don't even—" He knew she wouldn't tell him why, so he didn't ask, but his mind did try to fill in blanks all on its own. "There has to be someone better for this."