Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat/Em
[Cat waited. That was part of the job - waiting. And Em wasn't a customer, not really, because Cat wasn't going to charge her for anything, but the practice still applied. She tipped back her own beer, savoring the bitter taste of the hops, and she waited. And, eventually, Em started.
Cat, lately, had been listening to people talk about their hearts, how broken they were, and it was becoming easier not to let those thoughts lead to her own two decades that led to nothing. Well, not nothing, but nothing good. She had memories, sure, and she'd always love Bruce, but the pain outweighed the good now, and she tried not to dwell. But, and maybe because of that, it made it easier to understand where Em was coming from.
She put her beer down, and she shook her head slightly.] Eddie will always be my friend, even when he's an asshole. You'll always be my friend, even if you're not with him. So, tell me what he didn't do wrong, hmmm? And I won't let you get too drunk in return. But, it's okay to be angry and sad and billion other things. What happened?