Re: [The Mean Eyed Cat: Jack + Cat]
"Oh, don't be silly. I love poetry and even I realize what you're saying is just something romanticized. We can't care about people we don't remember. It's all well and good to think you'd meet your lover in a different skin and without recognizing them, and that you'd feel some connection that crossed that great divide. I don't think it works that way, even if it's lovely in a story. No. We're human, and sweaty and flawed and ugly, and we need real people we've connected with on some level. If the connection's gone? Nothing else matters anymore." It was a bit of stark reality that certainly didn't belong on the lips of a girl who looked as young as Cat did. But it was a night for contradictions, and she was absolutely certain in her conviction.
"Ah, no, don't change the subject. Tell me what you thought should be there." Jen, of course, because it was all about Jen with him, wasn't it? Even when it wasn't.
She didn't answer his question about the recommended drink. Instead, she moved with the ease of someone who'd spent long nights behind this bar. She didn't do drinks with umbrellas or fruits, but she did pull out a bottle of gin and a bottle of vermouth. Chilled martini glasses? Check, and she made them dirty and with two olives. "Sometimes? You just need a good martini." She sipped hers slowly. "I hid in Albuquerque. Don't hide in Albuquerque, Jack. The most interesting tourist activities in Albuquerque involve balloon rides, and balloon rides somehow make heights dull."