DISCLAIMER: Don't own – plot bunny residing in head hopped out to greet the day. Enjoy!
She was standing in the middle of her admirers, laughing. Jack watched as she turned to each one to pay them attention before she caught his eyes from across the room. He was watching her with more pity than interest, as if he knew something she didn't, and it bugged her – really bugged her.
He smiled at her when he saw her looking, and puffed out his chest a bit. She wasn't the best looking woman in the room, but she was certainly confident – something Jack found most attractive. He raised an eyebrow at her and flashed his smile.
The woman crossed the room, leaving the people she was talking to far behind, and not caring. As she closed in, she put a little more wiggle in her walk. The wiggle did not go unappreciated as Jack waggled his eyebrows. She had her mind set on him, and he was clearly open to the idea, which pleased her. After all, she was the only one in this room that mattered.
"Hello there," she purred, standing closer to Jack than she really should have.
Jack's crooked grin widened and he pulled his hand from his pockets. "Hello. Who, might I ask, do I have the pleasure of meeting?"
"Cassandra." She is bored of this part of meeting people – who is he to not know who she is? "And you?"
"Captain Jack Harkness." He is as aloof in his answer as she was in hers.
"Ooo, a military man?" Now she was intrigued, and moved herself closer to him.
"Retired." He placed an arm around her waist. "But I still have the uniform."
"Really? Maybe you would like to show me that?" closer now, she snaked her arms around his waist and looked up at him, batting her eyelashes.
He chuckled and moved his hips a bit. "Isn't this your party? Won't you be missed?"
Cassandra licked her lips. "It would be great to be missed, don't you think?"
Jack agreed and turned her toward the door, still holding her waist. "So, did you want to see that uniform being modeled?"
"You know that I do!" Cassandra turned one last time before leaving her party, hoping that it would be a while before she would be missed.
There is a man with rather large ears talking to a blonde woman with very dark roots. Cassandra could not understand why anyone would let that happen, seeing as how she had now made herself perfect in everyway. Thank God for Chip.
Mr. Big Ears was chattering away to the fake blond now. How she hated her without even knowing her – didn't she know that all eyes were to be on Cassandra at all times? Why had she spent all that time and money making herself perfect if they were going to stare at some bitch with a bad dye job. And hair? Oh please! That was so 21st century.
Now they were talking to the head in the jar. Okay, that was interesting. Maybe the route she should have taken before the radical face-lift she had now. No, she was beautiful and no one could tell her any different. But the head in the jar certainly was cute. If she still had her legs, maybe it would be different. But now, she had things she needed to do, plans to carry out.
"Wheel me over to that Jar!" she commanded, her interest getting the better of her.
The handlers that she had brought with her to continually spray her pushed her over to the head. It's eyes centered on her and, if she had had a body, she would have shivered. She had seen those eyes before. She had gazed into those eyes before. The big eye of the head in the jar winked at her.
"WHEEL ME BACK!" She shrieked. "And, for God's sake, MOISTURIZE ME!"