Re: at the bar
She remained silent through his monologue, her smile gone much smaller with his sigh and every word that followed it. It still lingered though, even in its smaller form, like she wasn't willing to let it go completely. Like she was clinging to something good. And maybe that's what the entire night was about for her. Something good. It seemed like he'd maybe been looking for something similar, and they'd run up against each other in a way that was disaster for both of their plans.
And something slapped her along the spine, like a plucked guitar string of pain, at his disclaimer of his skills. Or the lack thereof. Something familiar about it. But she nodded, smiling, though it had changed to be the sort of thing that attempted to cover the grimace of pain when something was carved and hollowed out.
She didn't even manage to find her voice again before he was walking away, the view of his back disappearing into the gathered people. She drank the rest of her glass and the remainder of his as well.