Re: [The Mean-Eyed Cat: Muerte and Cat]
Cat watched as Em's face changed while he looked at the pinball machine. Alright, so he was apparently Tod now, but Cat still thought of him as Em, and she didn't think there was anything for that. "My boyfriend tells me Tod means death in German. Sneaky," she said, and then she glanced at the pinball machine too, mossy green eyes flickering over it and back again to the patron on the barstool. "It was a Christmas present from Eddie, but you already know that. It's persnickety," she said fondly. Persnickety was, she'd decided, a good way to describe that pinball machine.
And vanity was always important to the kitten. Her value had always been physical, and that was a hard understanding to shake. Even the government wielded her sexuality as a weapon, and it was one of the reasons she on such uncertain footing in her personal life. But that was neither here nor there, and she just laughed when Em coughed. "If I knew stating the obvious would make you choke? I would've done it sooner." Possibly true, possibly not, and Cat finished her shot and pulled her modbox out of her pocket.
She had a new juice in today, and her exhale produced billows and billows of smoke scented of bubble gum. "So, how do you feel being back?" She shifted back for the bottle of bourbon, and she set it on the bar between them, top off and invitation issued in the clink of stopper against wood.