Re: Quicklog, Carnival: Cat/Reece
[Reece didn't think in terms of rights and wrongs, and this was no exception. He wasn't going to try to frame this as a good idea or a bad idea. He wouldn't even give it credit as an idea. It was just what was happening. If it went to shit, well, then it went to shit.—But, okay, one exception? The glasses. They were a bad idea. It was raining and his vision was beginning to blur and pitter-patter into nothing but droplets of light. With two ciders, in hand, though, there was nothing he could do.
The ciders were getting more diluted by the second, and he looked around, forgetting for like, half a second that he was looking for a dude. The form that came loping toward him in enough of a beeline to be purposeful, however, was male, and Reece was quick to catch up. And, okay, right, this was a little gay and that was fine.—Cat hopped in the mud and Reece gave her a smile that wasn't quite genuine. He still looked terrible, man. Puffy eyes barely un-puffed, runny, red nose. I mean, he wasn't looking his best. But, whatever. He couldn't even curry up the narcissism he should've been able to.
Cat took a cider, and Reece looked down at her—well, at her jacket, anyway. He didn't really have to look down at her anymore. Mismatched gaze lifted to meet that newish greenish as she touched his cheek.] Yeah, right, I can't see. [He took a gulp of cider, then nodded in his own flop of hair at her jacket, the gesture moving his cheek along the line of her fingertip.] You better put that on. It's going to be colder up there. [The line for the ride was short, because few other people were insane enough to want to ride a ferris wheel when it was raining and like, midnight or whatever it was.—Reece took a step forward, closer to the cars, and he bumped Cat along with him.] Let's go, small fry.