Flashback - Two Days Ago
"I thought she told you to bugger off?"
Katie smirked smugly from behind her glass, though Cook could clearly see the curve of her lips peering out at him on either side of her face. She seemed rather amused at the fact that she had the upper hand here. But he didn't care much for her sense of humor when he was sloshed, quite honestly. Nor did he have a very steady attention span.
Lifting up his index finger for emphasis, he licked his lips and parted them to speak, pausing for a moment to watch a voluptuous pair of breasts that had just moved by.
"Hello?"
Cook heard the distinct and annoying sound of fingers being snapped together right infront of his face, though his eyes remained transfixed on the entree that the waitress had been passing by with. "Mmm, chicken," he mumbled aloud, before turning his head to meet the almighty wrath of Katie Fitch.
There's nothing like a Fitch scorned, they say.
The faint hint of amusement quickly faded from his eyes that were already a bit glazed over from his alcohol-induced stupor, deciding to speak quickly in order to try to save himself.
"What? Oh, right, Effy… well, that's why I need you to do it, Katiekins."
Katie rolled her eyes at his lack of attention and cheap swaying skills. Not to mention that Naomi's stupid pet name for her didn't work wonders in this situation. Neither did the bright, cheesy looking smile on his face. "And what exactly do I gain from this, Cook? Another sharp blow to the head? No, thank you." She moved forward to stand, pushing herself away from the table, but she paused when she felt a firm grip on her wrist.
"Listen… I know we've never been on the right foot. But Freddie is my best mate."
"She broke up with him… twice," Katie mumbled sharply under her breath in retaliation, but Cook (the ever so charming bastard that he was) caught on to it quickly and latched on to it as his bargaining tool. She stared flatly at him as he gave her a large grin. "What? Would you wipe that fucking look off your face, please? Jesus."
Cook couldn't help but chuckle, before leaning forward a bit and closing some of the distance between them. Not too close though, for he knew that Katie wasn't above knocking him a good one. "There could be something in it for you," he mumbled smoothly, his grip loosening and moving slowly down her arm as a playful, mischievous glint shone in his hooded eyes.
His voice was like velvet, but his breath smelled like…
"Shit, would you stop being such a cow and keep your hands to yourself for five minutes?" Katie practically growled at him as she tore her arm away from him, before collecting her belongings. "That's not a good enough incentive. I'm not going to waste my time here..."
But she looked up a minute too soon, seeing the almost pleading look in Cook's eyes. For a minute, she forgot that he was a complete twat and she saw him as something more. A human being.
"Fine, just… stop looking at me like that! And keep it in your pants while I'm around, yeah? I'm not doing this for you," Katie said firmly with a hard stare, though her features softened a bit at her next statement.
"I'm doing it for Freds."