The smooth scotch filled her throat as ears listened. And Anu almost choked on the liquor as she heard what he said. Blue eyes raged as she listened to his story, finally knowing why the female had left and how much pain had been spread so thick on the big male. Still shocked, the broken bottle barely made her move. She understood why he was so torn, and why he was so drunk. It only made sense and the kind of sense that Anu fully appreciated and understood. Her rag brushed that she could manage to clean to the side of the bar and she eyed his hands.
Looking for any shards in his paw, Anu pulled another glass over knowing that he needed it now. Filling it with what was held in her hand she pushed it towards him. It might not do anything more then make him believe he was making progress on his drunkenness. Anu figured there really wasn’t anywhere else for him to go, he had hit bottom. Taking another down and feeling the burn ease with the second shot she let it hit the bar with a clink.
That’s fucked up Jaz. The words escaped as she cringed from the drink. The small golden man still walked idly across the label. There was no reason she couldn’t come to you. No reason to run. She hoped to ease him, but the fear of waking his anger was very real. Lily, it’s a beautiful name. The warmth of the scotch fit her stomach and Anu looked across, wondering if she had looked so low in her life. She was certain she had. |