John "The Gneech" Robey (the_gneech) wrote,
John "The Gneech" Robey
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From the Cutting Room Floor

"So," Conrad asked, looking at Leonard with an expression that said he'd rather be looking anywhere else, "is she happy now?"

"Yeah," Leonard replied. "I think she is. Or at least, on the way to it."

"Good. That's good."

The lion slid a drink across the bar to the tiger. "So, I've got to know. Why did you do it?"

"Why did I break up with her?" Conrad said.

"Yeah."

"Because we were always fighting," Conrad said. "I surrendered."

Leonard blinked slowly, digesting this.

Conrad sipped his drink. "Seriously; we had nowhere to go but down."

"I believe you," Leonard told him. "I'm just surprised to hear it from you."

Conrad gave him a half-smile. "Didn't think I had it in me, did you?"

"Honestly, I didn't. I'm glad to see I was wrong."

Conrad took a long draught and pulled out his wallet. "How much do I owe for the drink?"

Leonard shook his head. "That one's on me."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. You earned it."

Conrad suddenly broke into a grin. "Thanks, man. And ... thanks for taking care of Tiff for me."

"You're welcome. But who's going to take care of Conrad?"

The tiger shrugged. "I'm a big boy now. Maybe it's about time I started taking care of myself."

Leonard nodded, and collected the empty glass. Conrad tipped a vague half-wave half-salute to him, and walked out.

-The Gneech
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