The Cat: Jamie & David Who: Jamie M and David P When: Recent Warnings p sure not going to warrant a warning.
The Cat wasn't empty but it wasn't wall to wall. It was still warm, the heat had oozed off for the evening and the door was propped open to catch the breeze and Johnny was mournful over the guys in the back corner over their beer and the two or three sat at the bar who were drinking slow. Jamie wasn't slow exactly, but he had a rhythm and he stuck to it, and when the weather was a static-laden breath of air away from thunder, he paused in the window of the bar that was closest the door to catch the breeze. Now Claire was gone and Kyle, they were down to three. More evenings in the bar which was probably better than being at a loose (fraying) end. The house he had borrowed from his friend was kind of empty, and late nights sweating without A/C, Jamie didn't sleep much.
It was winding down, which was kind of nice and he fished his phone out of his pocket. There was something - maybe in the air, maybe in Johnny's voice, and Jamie opened an app and shut it again a couple times before he put the phone down on the bar. It was a thing, and it was a thing that belonged to cities and anonymity and he wasn't going to find anonymity in Repose, other than like, the forums and stuff. And that was barely anonymous. With Johnny melancholy, and his knee tweaked from an after-the-class practice when the combo of ibuprofen and pot had settled in good enough he could barely feel his leg play up, he wasn't easy, mile-a-minute behind the bar so much as somewhere else as he stood, elbows down on the bar and faced into the breeze and thought about the last city he'd left behind.