Re: Bar Log: Penny and Cris
He didn't listen to the radio much. Whatever song was playing through Penny's mind, Cris wouldn'tna known it if it'd been piped over speakers right then. He wasn't a big drinker, day or night. It made things too loose, fuzzed the stark edges he saw the world in. And he'd stop after another beer, more likely than not. Get himself something to soak all it up from the kitchen, so he could go home after this and drown himself in water and maybe take Teresita down to the park, if she was doing okay on her homework.—But, for the here and now, he just focused on his beer, tumbler slid to the side so he could come forward on his elbows, eyes on Penny's face when she finally answered, playing with her glass against palms, like she needed distraction from the honesty of the words she was saying.
"I take it you haven't used that phone," he said, letting his own gaze settle on the fidgeting, empty glass. He remembered what she'd said about Olivia, about almost just wanting her to think Penny had just left her so she could move on or whatever it was. He hooked one finger over the lip of the glass to stop it. "This is makin' it work, huh? Thinkin' 'bout everyone but you? C'mon, Pen. You know if I was the one doin' that, you'd tell me to knock it off. What you doin' for work?"