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[evilontheloose]

There is a Jordan at the Bar.

Dressed up in an interesting costume. No, she does not seem upset by it, but that might be caused by the three boilermakers she had so far.

Botherable, of course.

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[withhistailhigh]

Something warm and furry brushes past her ankle.

[evilontheloose]

Well, Jordan will look down, first.

Oh, a cat. Now, she reaches down to run a finger along its spine, from neck to tail.

[withhistailhigh]

The cat's eyes squeeze shut in pleasure.

[evilontheloose]

The girl smiles a bit: past the layers of mad genius, there is still a girl with normal interests.

Besides, it's a mighty handsome kitty, and handsome kitties deserve petting. And scritching.

[withhistailhigh]

The cat wraps itself around her left ankle, purring in pleasure. Oh, he's keeping this one.

[evilontheloose]

And Jordan laughs, scritching more.

There's something about evil geniuses and cats: now she's soothed all the way and in a giving mood.

[withhistailhigh]

Which means, of course, that it's time for the cat to turn on the I Am So Cute I Deserve A Mountain Of Treats look.

[evilontheloose]

Oh, yes.

And it works: Jordan pats her lap, inviting the cat to come up. "Hungry, cutie?"

[withhistailhigh]

He leaps up onto the offered lap.

"Very much so," he says in a voice like the voice in the back of your head (only male, and British, and sounding more than a bit like Neil Gaiman).

[evilontheloose]

She blinks, then smirks. "Two talking cats in here, then... what you prefer, fish, chicken, beef? Kibble?" She uses her non-cybernetic hand to keep on petting the cat.

[withhistailhigh]

The cat's eyes narrow at the mention of kibble. "I prefer my food to be food."

[evilontheloose]

"Fresh tuna, then?" Jordan smiles, stroking the cat's soft fur. "Living by the sea, I discovered how fresh fish is delicious."

Cooked, of course, but the cat can have it raw.

[withhistailhigh]

The cat doesn't say anything, but licks his chops in anticipation.

[evilontheloose]

Raw tuna then, fresh, sliced in strips. Jordan orders chili fries for herself, idly petting the cat.

[withhistailhigh]

The cat continues to refrain from speaking, because he can't talk and eat at the same time.

[evilontheloose]

Oh, speaking is not needed: Jordan munches fries, letting the feline eat, and resumes petting when he's done. "I guess there's nothing really plain and 'normal' here, there is?"

"But talking cat or not, you're still a mightily handsome feline."