Re: [The Cat: Nishka & Cat & Jack]
Cat's smile, the one that started to bloom, was lush and mischievous, and she leaned her elbows on the bar, all ready to ask questions and chat. Cat, she liked being social. Oh, sometimes she got catty, but who didn't? It wasn't often that she clawed these days, and that had to be considered an improvement.
But her curiosity was temporarily put on hold with Jack's arrival. She quirked a brow when he offered his opinion, but she didn't move from her popped hip and casual lean. "I don't think whiskey can be meaningful, so I think you must be referring to the smile," she said, the other woman's corroboration following the comment. "I only serve the best," she said of the whiskey, and that was absolute truth. There was nothing watered down in her bar, and there never would be. Luckily? Her pocketbook could more than make up for the dry months.
"That's Jack," she said, and she didn't bat an eyelash as she straightened and put down a fresh glass for him. She refilled the woman's drink, and she filled Jack's, and she set the amber-filled bottle aside. No reprimands from her. After all? She wasn't anyone's keeper. "Jack meet...?"