Re: [Mean Eyed Cat: Atticus & Sue]
Sue did not look like the sort of person likely to go cry in the bathroom. Not exactly the vibe. He looked like the sort of person that might press his luck, but not when an unequivocal rejection had been dropped. Probably. First-hand experience said there were so fucking many more fish.
"Right?" He licked his lip from the corner of his mouth, catching a stray fleck of whiskey, and slid his hand across the bar toward his mostly empty shot glass. "Well. You know how that is." He leaned on the stick again. "That's what they say. Hang around the PTA long enough, get to know the dads a little better, and you'll find the fun side of Repose."
Of course Repose was all the things Atticus had said, but Sue liked the image of skulking around for hot straight-acting dads with him as their secret gay concubine, so he stuck with the world he preferred to live in. "Didn't that book Lolita sell a lot of copies?" His eyes were bright, interested, awake. "And like...Flowers in the Attic? Fuck, I remember that book." A wave of weird nostalgia. Ah, high school. "I was just talking shit. I didn't fuck my brother, my brother fucked my boyfriend. A lot less polite, if you ask me." His fingers twitched. He wanted a smoke, missed it, missed it very badly. "Short for nothing," he said, and he grinned at a person joke. He had a nice, even smile that spoke to a childhood that hadn't wanted for basic medical and dental, maybe even some braces. "I got it from my brother, as it happens. Funny how he just keeps cropping up." He lined up the cue. "I don't even like the fucking song."