Quicklog, Mean-Eyed Cat: F. Eames/Steve M
[Steve had been off of the Cat for months, but he knew the regulars, because they were that regular here in Repose. Admittedly, there wasn't a lot of competition, but too, because the Cat was just that kind of bar. It was the place to go long before Cat Catalone had bought it.—There wasn't really a celebration, just a few kind words here and there. And while Repose wasn't a big town, the cast at the Cat wasn't rotating. It'd been the same people for years. Decades, in some cases. When few faces came in, people tended to look. And while there were visitors every night, Steve didn't know if he'd seen anyone who looked like the man before him come through the door before.
What's best? Steve pointed to the board that listed the few beers on tap.] We have beer—there—and hard liquor and that's about it. So, it depends on what you're feeling like.