WHO: Cutter and Rory WHAT: A drink. Or two. Okay, more than two. WHERE: The Four Horsemen WHEN: Evening RATING: Medium probably STATUS: In Progress
At the back of her mind, Rory knew that she was making a truly spectacular effort to push away the people who cared about her the most. At the back of her mind, she knew that she was only going to hurt herself in the end, and she'd be alone when that happened if she had anything to say about it. But Rory was very good at shutting up that voice at the back of her mind. She didn't need the nagging reminder that she was going about this all wrong.
It felt better to stay angry and give in to avoidance.
And then Cutter came along with an invitation to share a drink, and it was yet another perfect opportunity to pretend like she was taking the kidnapping in stride. To some extent she was, but then there was the fact that she'd killed someone. Brutally, viciously killed another human being. He hadn't been some government power player, someone important. He was just doing his job, and no matter how wrong his job happened to be, logic would say he wasn't evil because of it, just misguided in his beliefs. Rory had no right to do what she did. She could've stopped when he was simply unconscious. But in that moment, she decided he was evil and her actions were justified, and now she couldn't stop being painfully, excruciatingly angry. The blood on her hands wasn't going anywhere.
The drink wasn't going to fix any of that, but it was a nice means of distracting herself.
With nobody to impress, Rory looked exactly as she had the last time she met Cutter, messy ponytail, scrub pants and all. She didn't see him when she walked into the bar, so Rory took the opportunity to order a tumbler of whiskey before finding a nice table to nurse the drink at.