Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: steph/cat
[Cat didn't say anything at first. She just shifted on the ground and and sat back against the wall, and she listened, knees up and glass clean up temporarily forgotten. She waited for her shot to be delivered, but instead Reece knocked his back and refilled, and that was fine. She shifted to pull her modbox from where she'd re-stashed it in the pocket of her jeans, and she pressed the button and took a long inhale of sweet smoke as Reece asked questions, as Stephanie answered. If they were all too wasted to drive? So what. There was the house out back, and there was Uber, and it wasn't as if the town was too big for walking.]
I think he means all of it, kitten. Your first breakup, why, where, how...? [Cat, of course, knew the answers to these questions, but she knew this wasn't about her interpretation of events. This was about Stephanie's experiences, and Cat leaned her head back against the wall when Stephanie clarified.] You are too nice. [Cat added that between puffs.] You lose yourself in your kindness for others. I'm not saying be a bitch, kitten, but stand up for yourself. You let yourself be a doormat, darling. [She looked over at Reece.] If my ex came into town and I was being chummy with them, but we were only friends, how would you feel? For the record? I would absolutely hate any reappearing exs. Let the record show. [She waved her hand with drunken exaggeration.] But I think we all know that.