Bar Log: Penny and Cris
There had been a feeling settled on Penny since showing up in this New York with the unfamiliar skyline, the new buildings and headlines, even the newspapers weren't the same, the feeling was something like being lost. Or having lost something. Not just losing her life and losing her place in her own life. But losing the people in it. Losing Cris, losing Olivia, even the familiar black nose of the dog she slept face to face with every damn night wasn't the same without Olivia on the other side of the damn monster bitching about it.
But Cris was here, and even though there had been a disconnect there that she couldn't explain she had felt it closing in recent weeks and it couldn't be coming quick enough. Distracting herself, ignoring the loss of home, would only work as long as she had something to replace it with, and with Carson being gone and only having Joy to look after the emptiness was becoming real and constant. But here, in the Bronx in a mostly empty bar with Cris, the gap was closing and she felt like whatever limb she might have lost was growing back. It was a god damn miracle.
Dressed down herself, comfortable, and glad to be out of the parkas and gloves of just a few days prior and if the weather changed in five minutes the straight bourbon whisky she had in her glass in front of her was bound to warm her before too long. She was sipping it, the way whisky was meant to be drunk, and she wasn't drinking to numb just now and much as she liked beer she was a whisky girl.
She watched, eyes bright, not bothering to hide her smile at just being here, while Cris dug into his pocket and slid the dime across the table. She put her hand on top of the coin and slid it with a scrape across the table and pulled it toward her. "You lose, I'm upgradin' from Wild Turkey." She flipped the coin.