Re: [Jester's Court: Cat & Jack]
Cat wasn't sure about his adrenaline thing either. He wasn't sure about anything, which was what it basically all came down to. He was going to Jersey, and he'd returned from Jersey, and he felt like he was perpetually stuck in the middle of two places. Which, alright, maudlin, but whatever. Cat didn't feel like pretending on the dusty trails of this long-forgotten amusement park. "Sasha liked this place," was what he said, but it was random, a thought aloud instead of a thought deliberately shared. There, against the cigarette vending machine, and the wood-panel lined machine was a creature from another time, and Cat thought maybe he was too.
"I was talking about Eddie," he clarified about the quote. "Eddie's lost. He's gone off to find himself, but I don't know where, so don't ask me that." But, alright, because Jack was asking other things, and at least that made the world feel like it hadn't completely gone off the rails. Cat didn't answer about feelings on the inside or outside, and he didn't answer about the lighter. He just waited and, then, watched as Jack acquired something lime-green and plastic. Of course, there was a disgustingly expensive gold lighter in Cat's pocket, but, whatever. He took the lime, and he lit his Slim.
"So," he said, after a few drags of the smoke, "in the '70s they basically thought women wanted smooth cigarette experiences. Good to know." He pulled the Slim from his mouth, and he looked at it, and then he took another drag. "They also thought women couldn't have fat things in their mouths," he added, a little wry and with a hint of youthful smirk.
Then, without warning or explanation, he turned back toward the midway. "Coming? Do you have to return your lighter to your conquest?" Another bit of smirk, and Cat scuffed the dirt and dragged his feet as he walked. "I'm fucked up, alright? That's all I know. I don't have any other answers for you. I'm fucked up." He was talking quietly enough that, should Jack have been trailing behind, Jack would've only caught a few words. "Eddie's gone, and everyone expects me to be who I was, but I'm not, and everyone judges me for who I was, and I don't fucking know, Jack."