Re: [The Cat: Nishka & Cat & Jack]
“Whiskey,” she amended for him, raising her glass to Jack with a mock toast and a nod of thanks.
She grinned at being compared to Eddie, assuming she was referring to the same Eddie. How many were there in this tiny town? “Hmm, I want to be offended, but I’m not really minding being compared to him,” she admitted aloud. “He’s an old friend,” she explained after a beat, “we met in Chicago back in the day.” She didn’t elaborate any further on that, not wanting to give anything away about him that these two might not already know. “Bumped into him here, and he helped me out. I was only supposed to be here a few days…” she said, trailing off and leaving the rest of the thought unfinished, and then shaking her head. What the hell was she still doing here? She’d found what she’d wanted, in theory, but that answer had begged more questions, and now she felt like she was in a holding pattern until she figured out what to do next. But thinking was hard right now…
The smart part of her brain thought that maybe she’d had enough, but she’d always found it relatively easy to get that part to shut up with enough alcohol. She downed the rest of her whiskey, and then slid her glass suggestively towards Cat, hoping she’d fill it again.