Re: [The Mean Eyed Cat: Jack + Cat]
"Well, when you reach contentment one day in the future? You'll have to let me know how it sits with you. And everyone has high bars for being content, darling. We're all impossible to please, even the sweetest among us, of which I am not one." She smiled as she said that, lush and certain of who she was and in her skin. In that moment, she was as certain about it as she was that the bar smelled sweetly of beer and wood. That certainty might not last, but Cat was a thing of the moment. She lived in glimmering seconds, and the future was way out there and something to be survived later.
She chuckled. "Are you saying I state the obvious? Well, perhaps I do, but I do it with flourish and style." So said the young woman in denim and a tanktop, but her heels were divinity beneath that denim, "And, no, change of heart for Eddie. You can reach out, you know. You're older now. And you older got us through an entire conversation, not the holidays. Young you was too idealistic to like old me very much. He was also judgmental of things that weren't his belief, and he listened horribly, at least to me. But, is that idealist still in there somewhere? I wonder. I am sorry that terrible events ended his life, but I think reality does that for all of us along the way, changes us. You may have heard me mention that once or twice before."
Closing duties completed, she reached up and doused the light over the pool table. The one over the bar itself always stayed on, and she tossed her apron on the bar carelessly. Cat, for all her adoration of nice things, wasn't particularly neat. "Look at you with your insights. I'm going to hold off on opinions until you become old Jack. In the meantime? I think age suits you." She motioned to the door. "Get going. You've had enough for one night, and I need my beauty rest."