Re: Loft: Selina & Robert & Eddie
[Even with the hard slam of the booze upon standing, Eddie's words registered. You fucked up, and it still didn't make sense to her. Standing there, hand on the knob and completely unconcerned for her safety because Robert would never hurt her. Let him go, Eddie said. Twice, and the emphasis wasn't lost on the kitty cat.
Neither was that jerk away from Robert, that look away, and Selina wasn't so drunk that she didn't understand rejection. Oh, she knew rejection. So, it was with an upward tip of her chin, pride intact, really, that she leaned against the door as it opened again. Defiant, and refusing to back away. That don't didn't move her, and neither did the fact that he looked away. And, no, it didn't occur to her to be afraid. After all, she hadn't slept with the last version of this man before Stevie called her over to Marvel for the express purpose of calming him down when he was green.
No, the kitty cat wasn't afraid. If anything, being drunk made her less cautious.
Beyond the door, there were none of the sounds she associated with her own hallway there.] Go on. Nothing here's going to hurt you. Nothing out there is either. [Her voice was calm, even if the slur was pronounced.
She needed to find her cracked phone. With any luck, she'd still be able to reach Tony on it. Because Robert? Robert couldn't wander around the hotel by himself. Even drunk, she realized that.]