Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat/Em
[Cat tipped her own shot back, and she set it down slowly and unhurried, and the last time she'd gotten smashed? Had resulted in a night spent in bed with someone she was not getting in bed with again. Innocently, of course, but she knew the feeling. Bruce had come back and not seen her, and if that wasn't a reason to drink? Well, she didn't know what was. So, she watched as Em tipped the drink back, wondering if the other woman had ever been drunk.
No matter. The tiny house behind the bar had a couch, now that Cat had cleared it out of the storage space Sasha had been calling home for a few weeks.
She chuckled when Em did talk.] Drink enough, and you'll talk. Trust me. I see it every night. You could beat the booze to the punch and just talk. [She refilled Em's glass.] I'm told it helps.