Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat/Em
[It was mid-afternoon when Em set out from the house, and the sun was dipping as she made it to the bar. She'd never been there before, but it wasn't hard to find. And if maybe she couldn't remember her entire walk, if maybe it seemed to take less time than she expected to get into town, well, she had other things on her mind to spend too much thought on that.
What her mind was focusing on, was trying to sort through what seemed to be far too much emotion for one person to feel. It was so much that she couldn't identify one particular feeling. She just knew that the multitude of them hurt.
What a human experience to have.
She pushed her way into the bar and crossed it in a few distracted steps, not taking in the interior or noticing if there was anyone else in there. Finding a stool at the bar, she slipped up onto it and perched there as she finally tried to pull herself together enough to look for Cat. Hair a mess, jacket thrown over two layered, too-big shirts, jeans and boots and peeking out from her jacket sleeve, the stark white of her bandaged right hand. And from somewhere, she tried to find a smile.]