Wednesday Night at The Catscratch Club

[poison_lipstick]

The day was coming to a close as they opened the club, and it was a day that had just gotten weirder and weirder by the gorram second. Saffron had woken up with a boyfriend who was suddenly gay, had come across an ex-husband who was uncommonly cheery, and had made out with Major Perfect himself (who was no longer acting near as perfect) - and that

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[thewordofweb]

By the time I've decided to run, I figure I need a drink. I need a very heavy drink and this seems the best place to do it. Besides, I know that in Joe's state, he might be prone to coming here and if he does, I still want to make sure his eyes are looking in the right place. So what if he's gone crazy, he's still mine. I'm nursing my drink at the bar and rubbing at my temple, idly putting notes in my Island-diary, the one that only months ago was talking about being a woman.

This is all much, much too weird.

[never_atone]

"Hey baby," Briony purred as she walked towards Web, looking more like a tiger swathed in very little red knit stalking her prey than a sweet girl looking for company. "I betcha I'm more fun than your boring old book."

[thewordofweb]

I glance up slowly and expect to see someone else. Someone most definitely her. I swallow my shock and gape at her, book forgotten for the moment as I gape. "B-Briony?" I manage, stammering and nervous and looking around desperately for Joe. "What were you looking for?"

[never_atone]

"Someone to spend the night with," she said, ignoring the preamble and jumping right into the thick of things. Life was easier with less words. She hooked the bottom of his stool with the heel of her shoe, turning him until she could slip between his legs. "Or at least part of the night."

[thewordofweb]

My eyes are a lot wider than before and I've begun to laugh softly. "Okay, Briony," I protest. "While my boyfriend is currently a kitten, his claws will come back out," I warn carefully, even if my hands are on her waist to gently push her away.

[never_atone]

"Oh please." Briony rolled her eyes, the grin fading for a moment in disgust. "Fuck your boyfriend," she said, then suddenly grinned. "After you fuck me. Just the once. No big deal."

[thewordofweb]

My eyes skirt over her and I lean in just enough to keep our faces close together. "Let me be very loud and clear. I'll dance with you the once. We can talk. We'll share a drink. But you and I? We aren't going to have sex. I'm loyal," I insist. "And I'm not crazy enough to risk it."

[never_atone]

"More like too scared," she shot back, her own eyes challenging. She wasn't about to back down just because he had some deluded sense of chivalry. How pathetic. "Too pussy for pussy. Oh, that's almost funny."

[thewordofweb]

"Maybe I'm just all the way out and gay," I challenge and even though it's not fully true, I can put on a decent act. I lean forward, my instincts to argue back thanks to Liebgott's training and conditioning of me. "Maybe I can enjoy a dance, but I can't get it up for you?"

[never_atone]

Briony snorted, then laughed raucously as she backed off and away from him. "Your limp dick is your problem, Webby. I don't have time for this bullshit."

[thewordofweb]

"Don't I see you around with someone?" I ask, still following her, not about to let a friend consign themselves to this kind of fate. "What's he going to think about all of this?"

[never_atone]

"Hell if I know," Briony answered with a wave of her hand, nearly laughing at the thought. "Hell if I care. I'm done with him anyway."

[thewordofweb]

I clear my throat and try to keep just an inch or two of space between us before I start sputtering out of nerves. "I'm not done with my boyfriend," I clarify, because Joe probably wants to play cuddle time or something about now.

[never_atone]

Briony lifted an unimpressed eyebrow and moved off. "Well when you are," she said. "Find me. But don't take too long."

[thewordofweb]

I let her walk away from me because I'm still busy boggling at what's just happened. Honestly, it's both incredible and horrifying at the same time and I don't exactly know what to make of it. All I know is that it's probably a good thing I'm so terrified of Joe because any other time, and I might have been sorely tempted.

[so_heavy]

For his part, Max is just enjoying the diversity. People are running around like they've lost their fucking minds, and while he'd probably be less amused were it affecting him directly, he can't deny that it's entertaining.

"I don't know if it's better or worse when people don't know they're different," he muses over his glass to the bookish looking guy a few seats down at the bar.