Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat/Em
[The bar was open, but it was early, and even the day-drinkers hadn't bellied up yet. There'd been more of them recently, day-drinkers, since the roadhouse's conversation to a place that featured circus acts and flesh fairs. But, still, it was early for that, and Cat was glad of it. Glad, because Em saying she was coming in for a drink? That was a showstopper, and she was glad the other woman wouldn't have an audience for whatever tale she was about to tell.
The bar, Cat had learned early, wasn't all that different from the Jersey gaming hall. People sat, talked, poured money out like it was water, and all to forget something. And, Cat? She didn't have a hard time figuring out what Em needed to forget. After all, Cat had known Eddie a long, long time. And whatever this was? She'd seen the clouds brewing darklu on the horizon months ago.
So, when the bar door opened to usher in the dark-haired woman that Cat knew well, a bottle of single malt was already out, beer chaser at the ready, and two shot glasses. No one liked to drink alone.
Cat leaned against the bar's shining wood, elbows on the counter and a plaid shirt over jeans. She glanced at Em's hand, ensuring the bandage was where it should be, and then she gave the other woman a warm smile through eyes that were only marginally snake-haunted.] You don't need to bother smiling for me. [She poured out two shots.] Well? What did he do?