Re: The Cat: Patrick G/MJ W
[It was okay. She'd called Jason sexist on the phone and he'd had a mega meltdown, like that was worse than anything else she'd said. I mean, it wasn't like she'd said it just because, like he thought, either. But, whatever. Patrick didn't have to objectify her. It was just unusual. She smiled, thinking he was cuter when his eyes creased like that, and she quickly hid her wrists behind the lip of the bar.] I'm so exposed, [she lamented.] Don't tell me shoulders are bad too. I can't crouch back here. [His laugh was nice too. It wasn't like Harry's, which was dark and charming. Or Jason's, which was rougher. But, it was nice. But, that wasn't why her eyes went wide. Wide, and her smile with it.] No way! I live with her. She's so nice! [She was.] I just moved in. I haven't seen the—[She mimicked his gesture.]—spangly, glittery things yet. My other housemate just brought a ton of nail polish. This is so great. [MJ meant that. She'd lived with a boy too long, maybe, because she was super excited at the thought of sharing things with these girls.
She gave a laugh, pleased by the seriously unattainable expectations.] You mean, when he goes to pull the rabbit out of the hat, no rabbit? Mr. Johnson sounds like the name of a high school gym teacher. You really need something different. That's just some friendly advice. [She watched him suck on orange flesh, and dipped below the bar to get herself a half pint glass. She wasn't going to get drunk. But, she was going to have a drink too, because whatever. She went for a summer beer named 'Poolside.' It had a little cherry juice in it, so it was meant to be refreshing. She opened a bottle and poured herself like half (with perfect craftsmanship, by the way). Then, she leaned back against the bar as Patrick corrected her.] Not Rick though. Because he's a chump, right? [A smile as she took a swig of beer.] Older sister? Because that sounds like older sister stuff. Connie. I think I've seen her name. I have an older sister. Thankfully, she's back home. Oh. I guess I have a half-sister here too, but I like, don't know her. [She leaned onto an elbow, putting her cheek in her open palm.] God. A year? I think just a little over a year. [Her accent was slight. Taught out of herself, since, you know, she wanted to be famous.] I'm from Queens.