Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat/Em
[It was easy enough to reclaim the glass once Cat refilled it, looking into its shallow depths for a moment before drinking that shot down as well. She set it down again, a quiet click of glass to wood.]
...I'm hurt and I'm angry and I'm sad and a million other things. Too many to name, and I'm not used to it at all. And I want to be irrational about it, but I don't know that I can say that he did anything wrong. [Glass on the bar, uninjured hand up to tangle in her own hair, resting her head on it, elbow on bartop.] I want to. It'd be easier, I think. [Sitting up again, shaking her head, she looked at Cat. And her voice went quieter.] But he's your friend too, and I don't want to ruin that. [She eyed up the glass.] And if I'm going to manage to not completely ruin this job interview I made, I can't get too drunk.