Re: [The Mean Eyed Cat: Jack + Cat]
Personal growth was a morality tale, the ending held out as benefit derived from bloody terrible experience, or at least, it had been when he'd been at school. It was also the entire tortuous process of re-learning oneself, but the usual version was dull. And Jack hadn't actually come to the bar for anything but the drink. It had been a carouse through anything-but-whiskey for the last three days: wine, gin, tequila, now vodka and it didn't hold the same appeal. But now it was Cat bartending and it put color on what was ordinarily a very nice person who was utterly meaningless other than their relationship to cash and to drink
He watched her drink. God alone knew if he even knew what was Cat's preference. He didn't think they'd drunk together, past one occasion. It wasn't enough to learn a person's likings, let alone their shadows. Jack twisted the shot glass in his fingers thoughtfully, before he let go long enough for her to refill.
"I remember you, Cat. I know where the blanks are, this time. By my reckoning, I've known you at least a number of occasions relatively sober, which is far more occasions than I have the rest of the town. A few days and I'll know all I've known of you, with a little added, courtesy youthful idiocy." Dry.