Re: The Cat: Patrick G/MJ W
[The girl was MJ. It'd been a long time since any cute boy near her age had come up to her to, 1) hand her a shiny rock (like since, first grade, probably,) and 2) did so without even looking at her really. She was sort of offended. MJ was pretty enough and told so on a regular enough basis, she had an expectation of reaction in some way, even if it was the kind of way that just made her feel gross. (Here's looking at you, catcallers.) But, this boy, long legs, leather jacket, and blond, all boy-band cute, didn't even give her a glance. He looked at her earrings.
Oh, maybe he was gay. She smiled, touching one hoop with the tips of her fingers.] What is it with boys and commenting on girls' appearances? [She was teasing. And her expression, molded mostly by the striking green of her eyes, shifted to more seriousness as she looked down to the obsidian placed on bartop. She picked it up with a strange reverence, and held it in her cradled palms. She held it up to low light and turned it over.] It's really pretty. [It was like a drop of oil, frozen and smoothed. MJ dropped her hands low again, so she could look at the boy named Patrick.] Apparently, it was used in ritual circumcisions, once upon a time. [A bit of trivia offered sweetly, as she reached under the bar for her purse. She dropped it in, next to her phone, and replaced her bag. MJ looked back to Patrick. She was unabashed in her flirting. It was sort of how she knew how to talk to boys.] I told you you were cute. [She moved toward the line of taps.] Do you want a drink? As a thanks or whatever.