Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat/Em
[Cat didn't interrupt, not until Em's gazed went fixed across the bar. The music was off, which was odd for the place, but it was somber in a way that it wasn't when Johnny's voice filled the bright-wood cracks and crevices.] You aren't a cliche. You're human. When Bruce came into town? I drank so much I couldn't see straight. It's humanity, kitten. [She said that with a smile, because all that time ago? When they'd first met? She wouldn't have believed the words possible. Em and humanity? Perish the thought.]
You asked if you were okay, as a couple, and he said no? [She poured, but less this time, and she pushed the chaser beer in Em's direction. Cat knew, of course, that Eddie was having trouble. But, admittedly, she hadn't expected a complete crash and burn.]