[ the ping from her phone is a welcome distraction, an opportunity for her to stop her hasty apologizing just in time for her to not want to roll her eyes. she fishes her phone out and pivots away from the man still attempting to get her name in spite of his new injury and that's that. it's her boss, you see. there's been an emergency. ]
wouldve happily stomped on smth else but that wouldve required him to actually have some balls
[ but that's all she'll say on that. maybe some might argue it takes guts to approach someone and shoot your shot, but kate knows better. she'd seen the guy before, one of the many who'd caught her and peter's earlier show. that means he knows she's here with someone else, and that means he thinks she's an easy mark. thus, a coward and a creep. if she had already had one on hand, she would have dumped her drink on him too.
suffice to say her mood is slightly soured, but that's okay because she's finally at the front of the line. a cocktail order later and she's zipping away, hurried steps aided by the facade of needing to rush to an impatient and unforgiving boss, but the drink she'd supposedly gotten for him is quickly downed the moment she steps out of the main ballroom where the function is being held. dropped, too, is the pleasant smile of a young woman eager to please.
by the time she's joining peter in the supply closet, she's already feeling a lot better.
two things: 1) he probably hadn't meant for her to actually join him. this much they hadn't really discussed, but as this is her show, she's far more eager to get her hands on their gear and start feeling like a real hero again instead of having to stand and smile pretty. plus, she's that much closer to the office where the server rests so you know. it just makes sense. 2) she'd forgotten how small that supply closet is. ]
Sorry — is that your hand? Where the heck did the light switch go?
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wouldve happily stomped on smth else but that wouldve required him to actually have some balls
[ but that's all she'll say on that. maybe some might argue it takes guts to approach someone and shoot your shot, but kate knows better. she'd seen the guy before, one of the many who'd caught her and peter's earlier show. that means he knows she's here with someone else, and that means he thinks she's an easy mark. thus, a coward and a creep. if she had already had one on hand, she would have dumped her drink on him too.
suffice to say her mood is slightly soured, but that's okay because she's finally at the front of the line. a cocktail order later and she's zipping away, hurried steps aided by the facade of needing to rush to an impatient and unforgiving boss, but the drink she'd supposedly gotten for him is quickly downed the moment she steps out of the main ballroom where the function is being held. dropped, too, is the pleasant smile of a young woman eager to please.
by the time she's joining peter in the supply closet, she's already feeling a lot better.
two things:
1) he probably hadn't meant for her to actually join him. this much they hadn't really discussed, but as this is her show, she's far more eager to get her hands on their gear and start feeling like a real hero again instead of having to stand and smile pretty. plus, she's that much closer to the office where the server rests so you know. it just makes sense.
2) she'd forgotten how small that supply closet is. ]
Sorry — is that your hand? Where the heck did the light switch go?