>>18808572Colby finishes her coffee. She doesn't even know where to begin.
>"Not much to talk about, is there? Nothing we can do anything about right now."Colby's mind drifts to her phone, in the deep pocket of her overalls. It hasn't rang or chimed or vibrated.
>"Well, maybe Carmody. I can do something about her, if she ever picks up a phone or tells me where she's at.">"Not everyone's cut out to be a wrestler, you know? And even if you get in so deep, and think you know what you're getting into, one day you'll realize you've got no idea. You watch your friends die, people get kidnapped and tortured, and you try to keep your head down and do your job and it just doesn't make a bit of difference, except maybe if you're one of the ones doing the killing and the torturing. But by the time you realize any of that, maybe you're in too deep to leave. So you hang on, and maybe it'll eat you alive, or maybe it'll change you into something that the old you wouldn't've liked.">"I don't want that for my sister. Priscilla sees potential in her and wants to help her out if she sticks around, and Sola says she's really serious and wants to do this, but it doesn't matter. She just thinks she wants what I have, same as she has her whole life. But not this time. Even if I have to drag her back to Arkansas hog-tied in the seat of my Lambo."A servant comes by for Colby's empty coffee cup. She hands it over, then nods to the mostly-full plate of food too.
>"You can take that too."The servant frowns. "Not to your liking, Miss Jefferson?"
>"No, it was wonderful. I'm just not myself this morning. Sorry."The servant nods, acknowledging the awkwardness of the person he's attending to apologizing to him, and starts to back off. Colby raises a hand though.
>"Could you bring me a drink, please? Bourbon. Whatever you're trying to use up an old bottle of. Double pour, neat. Thank you." 