cj * / / !
CJ knows when and how to push a boundary, and the way Gloria lashes out lets her know the conversation’s going nowhere. She chooses not to react, insists on leaning back against her counter and patiently wait for the drink to be served to her. “We care about you.” she finishes with a shake of her head, gives Gloria the out to drop it.
“Don’t be fucking crude,” CJ says, inching over the bar to smack Gloria on the shoulder. But, the smile on her face indicates she found the joke funny, too. When she settles back, there’s a looseness to her shoulders. She runs a hand through her hair, head in the clouds. “I really like her,” not like it’s hard for CJ to fall in love easily — too, too fucking easily. But there’s something different here.
Then, to bring it back to Gloria again, “You look hot. Anyone you’re trying to impress tonight?”
She’s thankful with CJ drops it, immediately feeling her body settle a little, releasing a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “I appreciate the sentiment,” she mumbles, swirling the remnants of her drink, though she doesn’t really feel like drinking anymore. For once, she thinks she’d rather just be sober in a nice pair of comfy pajamas, hopping into bed for an early night.
“Is it crude or is it just true? As far as I’m concerned, any vagina good enough to tie you down has some kind of magic spell on it. Last time I saw you, you were full-on Hoe-J.” She sighs, not entirely pleased with the turn of events since the last time she and CJ had hung out. That had been almost five years ago, and what did Gloria have to show for all that time? Absolutely nothing.
“Yeah, any girl who will give me the time of day.”