Re: Cat + Jack: booze and books
Back home, people died in gutters and in alleys. They died in rainstorms of bullets, and their blood washed into the sewers, and no one took the bodies away. It was a different kind of life, and things didn't end quietly enough for paper kingdoms, not where she came from. Sure, she thought it was pretty, because it was a sign of another kind of life.
Cat didn't know who Elizabeth and Darcy were, and she'd never read anything about Heathcliff. Her literary education was a thing eclectic, and little bits here, and little bits there. She didn't speak to either of those two things, instead? It was the bad sex that got a reaction out of her, and a laugh at that. "Oh, it's that easy, is it? You realize that there's power inequity between men and women, even in marriages, even today?" It was cute, she thought the world he lived in, and she almost wanted to let him have his little view of equal marriages where everyone got off. Women didn't only fake it in a dead relationship, but that wasn't something he'd understand. She realized that.
"It isn't a no. Just because I don't respond to you? Doesn't mean you can infer it means no. It just means I don't want to answer that particular question, Mr. Interviewer." She grinned, and she tucked her glass behind the counter and rinsed it, turned it upside-down on the drying rack and set it aside. "You like your generalities. Do they keep you warm?" Because she wasn't going to repeat herself. He? Didn't get to determine loss for the entirety of the world.
She chuckled at his reason for denying her Auden. As for being closed in? She shook her head, and she took the cleaning rag to the counter, where she wiped away the sweat from her glass. "To be honest with you? It was over before I even realized it. I don't open these windows, and I rarely leave mid-shift."
But, that thing about his house? That was abrupt. "Roots? Well, and why did you do that? What's it like?"