Re: [Jester's Court: Cat & Jack]
Jack had never thought of Cat as lost, Before. Adult Cat, lush smiles and acidic if you didn't cotton on quickly? Perhaps he hadn't known her well enough. Or getting fenced off behind the mile-high walls. But yeah, walking around, a twenty-something boy in a cardigan with an ex who had ditched a family that from recounting, seemed to need like a vortex? Yes, Jack had some bloody idea of the current flotsam position Cat appeared to occupy. It was blind, the old view but it had taken years to get here. Point of fact, when Cat flirted with plain honest truth about the bad-old-days, Jack was left feeling with the rancid taste on the back of his tongue of not realizing just how bad-old life could be.
But all right, Cat was lumping everyone in together, a motley mess of opinion and determination. Everyone. All right then. Jack was so far not-sober he couldn't analyze. No psycho-assessment of Cat's state, the jut of youth sulky under hipster cardigan and a trail of smoke. No boiling it down to a question when he couldn't be fucked to think of the question but he laughed when Cat issued 'everyone' like flipping the bird. To them, to Jack. It didn't matter, it was Cat being Cat-ish and by now, he'd a mind for when Cat took over the controls.
"Christ, all right. Everyone. Everyone can piss off. Or doesn't it work like that?" He eyed slim frame and shoulders as Cat tilted toward the funhouse, and all right then, a journey through the center of the Earth it was. Pleasantly surprised, and he had no idea what to do with the modbox, but he was still riding the (very faint) edge of the buzz from the blunt.
"If there's a fucked up mirror offering insight, I think we book it." But the funhouse was a hunched outline that held onto the shadows until it looked darker, duller and squatter than the rest of the carnival. Of course it bloody did. "Who knows, you might get a scream out of it too. Are the whole of the family being oblivious shits about it?" Casual. Jack still knew how to lobby a question.