Re: [The Cat: Nishka & Cat & Jack]
A humourless grin bloomed and faded on her lips, nodding at his last comment. "He was the Irishman, but I was the alcoholic," she joked, though it fell flat, though she liked the irony. She sighed, "I tried so hard, for him." Drugs were out of the question for her now, one more hit could be too much for her heart now, but alcohol...it had always been like an old friend. Now, more than ever. "I should know better by now," she mused, "life never turns out the way you think it will." She took another sip, savouring that smooth burn while it lasted.
"I'm here looking for answers," she said after a brief silence. "But the longer I'm here, the more I'm wondering what the hell I'm doing, you know?" she asked rhetorically, glancing over at him and then back at a random bottle behind the bar. "Two steps forward, three steps back. And I'm starting to think the search is pointless, but I feel...stuck. Afraid to move forward, but unable to go back. Being here is..." she paused, unable to find the right word for it. 'Comfortable' was wrong, given the transient existence she was currently living in the B&B, surrounded by things that weren't hers. No other words were presenting themselves, the alcohol pulling them away one by one before she could catch them. So instead she shrugged, shook her head, and took another pull from her glass.