Re: [The Mean Eyed Cat: Jack + Cat]
Cat knew he was watching her drink, and she didn't mind. Well, no, she liked it. She liked any and all attention, and come and look. It was the power she'd decided to cultivate when she was much younger than this. It had been dulled along the way, diluted and now rekindled, and she was a phoenix behind that bar and twisting that glass between her fingers and then tipping it back. The effect of the serum was long gone now, and her tolerance was a thing built up and not artificially crafted, and she set her glass down and leaned her elbows on the bar.
"Well, I think I like being remembered. No offense, but it's a little lopsided when one person remembers and the other doesn't. No fault of your own, but there you have it." As for whether or not they were old friends? Cat scoffed. "I supposed you could say we know each other, which is more significant than being friends." She glanced at his glass, and then back to his face. "So, is Jen the occasion? If you remember me, then that means you remember how things ended with her." No mincing words, because what was the point in that?
Johnny began singing about hurting, and Cat thought perhaps it was appropriate for the man across the bar. There was no going back now, which she'd tried to tell him before. This was him, new and with that youthful idiocy and this, whatever this was. "Tell me you at least made some new friends during your experience."