Re: Quicklog: Penny and Cris
[Okay, so maybe he wasn't good, but he wasn't on the bathroom floor and that had to count for something, right? He probably shoulda finished what he started, but he didn't. Cris had a face half-clean shaven, half-scruff, and a nick partway down scabbed up by the seam of his lips. He looked tired. His dark hair was loose and he didn't bother with a cap to cover it up.—Nah, he didn't bother with much. T-shirt, corduroy jacket, jeans, old sneakers, and he showed up at Penny's place looking like the world was ending around him, him there, with his hands tied behind his back.
Least that's how he felt.
His car rolled up against the curb in a grind of asphalt and rubber and the engine was cut with the viciousness Cris was known for. He saw Penny out on her stoop, waiting for him, like maybe she needed to prep him or check him before she let him in to get his own daughter.—Cris knew that wasn't the reason. She was worried. He appreciated it in a dim way, somewhere, behind the wall of anger in him, but he still came up to that brick duplex with his gait wide and hands in his pockets.] You a bouncer now? [His smile wasn't sincere, and Penny could read him like a book, like any good partner could. He didn't care about convincing her.] We gonna stand out here or what's the deal?