Re: The Bar: Cat & Isaiah
"You mean we aren't famous? Clearly I'm not trying hard enough." Her grin was endlessly entertained. It was confidence in red, and it didn't try too hard. Why try, and she put that confidence out into the world like she owned it. The little girl underneath, that girl from the Jersey streets? She was nowhere to be found. She didn't exist in that lean against the bar, both elbows on wood and casual as if she was someone born to bars and denim and plaid shirts. "Well, let me reassure you, you'll hear all the gossip by tomorrow morning. If there's one thing this town excels at? It's gossip." Which wasn't an exaggeration. Cat came from a city where people talked about the thief in the suit, about her dances in the dark with a man in kevlar, but this place? This place was even more impressive. You could practically follow the progress of a rumor from one side of Main Street to the other. "You won't be exempt, you know. They'll say there was a good looking stranger in the bar today, and he was there well before drinking hours. They'll comment, as if they weren't overflowing with dirty thoughts, about the lack of employees present. They'll know down to the minute how long you were in here." Do you want to hear what happens next? She refreshed her drink, and she took a sip.
"Or would you rather talk about my need to beg." She barely refrained from chuckling as she asked. Cat? Cat liked to think she looked like the kind of woman that would never beg. But he added that compliment about visiting, and she ducked her head, dark curls reluctant to be tamed, and she toasted him with her glass raised. "Very nice. I think we'd call those city manners out here."
Thanks to the serum, it took Cat literal bottles to get drunk, and even then it barely made a lasting dent. One night, she'd downed six bottles to get herself good and wasted, but she didn't want to think about the night she'd spent in that abandoned home on the other side of town. She didn't want to think about that company. So she smiled at him instead, and she chuckled on cue when he made the Doctor Bootylicious comment. "I tried to tell you, but you didn't take me seriously, Doc. So, where do you practice, or are you really not that kind of doctor?" She motioned to the bar. "You know where I work. It's only fair." She reached for his glass, eyebrow quirked in a question unspoken- Another?