Re: [The Cat: Nishka & Cat & Jack]
Cat could pour drinks and be a bitch; she was talented that way. "Hmmm. That was me. You adored me, if memory serves." Of course, that day on the forum wasn't actually Cat being a bitch. She was being downright nice, actually. She was just batting playfully at a mouse. She liked doing that sometimes. "Well, I'm always guilty," she added, contradicting Jack, and no qualms on her part. After all, she could get out of nearly any trouble she got into, and she was very good at not getting caught. Sure, there was that pesky business with the government catching her and putting her on their leash, but that was water under the bridge.
"Jack's buying? How generous." And she poured herself a drink. Vodka. Straight. Disgustingly expensive, of course. And then she refilled them both with that same whiskey, the one a dead man had apparently loved.
Cat believed in nothing, really, except her gut instinct and her ability to survive. "Nuns have to be diligent. How else can they kneel on those uncomfortable little kneelers all day long?" It was teasing, of course, and nothing serious behind the words. And then she chuckled. "Oh, please, there is no great balance. We muddle along, and we try not to fuck it all up too terribly, and that's just how it is. There's no grand plan when terrible things happen, and there's no grand plan when wonderful things happen. It's just what it is. Luck. Any gambler will tell you that."