Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: steph/cat/reece
[Cat did take the shot, and she drank it down and handed the glass back to Reece. And her smile, it was booze-warm and lingering. She knew he wasn't good at all this talking stuff, but she still liked watching him deal with it. So, sue her. She was allowed a little enjoyment in life, and she let her fingers brush his as she inhaled sweet smoke and then pushed herself up to stand with her shoulders against the wall - support, you know. Then, steadied, she pushed off to go read the comment that Stephanie was brandishing on her phone.
Well.
She could use another drink, and she had a feeling the night would most certainly be spent in the little house behind the bar.] Kitten, you're assuming he wants to be with her. That's the first thing. And the second thing? Why would you just throw in the towel? If you want something, you fight for it. Alright, so maybe this time around fighting means staying, waiting, letting him know you aren't done. But you don't just hand the man over. [Cat was not the type of woman to just hand over something she wanted, and her age? Didn't matter in the slightest.
Now, the museum thing? Was a good idea. Well, in Cat's opinion it was.] Hint that you want to go, but do it subtly so you can maintain your pride. [Which was entirely a Cat's-view bit of advice.] And, kitten, no one says you want Tim. I'm saying that to a jealous person? It doesn't actually matter. Tim exists, and by existing he's going to make Eddie jealous. [The question about the blabbing? Well, Cat waved a hand.] You can tell him we were talking about her and that I didn't feel right keeping quiet, and you can't not talk to him about it, Steph. It'll always be there if you don't talk about it. [She glanced at Reece.] Right?