i keep an air mattress in my office
May. 17th, 2017 08:47 pmFor a couple of months, there had been a definite spring in Cindy's step. Which really made her feel like just about the biggest walking cliche, given the reasons behind her happiness — but it was such a nice change of pace that she didn't feel like fighting it.
If Cindy thought about her stay in Darrow too deeply, there would have been many flaws to her behavior that she could have pointed out. How she was too complacent. How Darrow was just about the most convenient excuse in the book for putting the matter of her family aside, for not digging deeper. Sure, everyone said that there was no real way to control going home, but trying wasn't exactly keeping Cindy up at night.
The thing was, it had been so long since Cindy had any semblance of a normal life that it was hard not to give in to the draw of it. She hadn't abandoned crime-fighting. She didn't think she ever would. Peter Parker's mantra of 'with great power, comes great responsibility' was far too catchy to erase from her mind. But Cindy was also more forgiving of herself if she wanted to swing by a bar instead of taking immediately to the skies, or if, like tonight, she wanted a girl's night instead of looking up suspicious activity on the internet.
It was indescribably nice to have friends that weren't at all attached to her work (or at least, the work that went on after office hours). To have people who seemed to appreciate her for who she was, rather than what she could do.
Karen was undoubtedly one of Cindy's favorite people. She was capable, confident, and didn't really turn her nose up at anything, which helped in Cindy's dorkier moments. And so when the idea struck them to spend a night catching up in the corner of one of their favorite, slightly more upscale bars, Cindy had cleared her schedule right away.
"We need to make this a regular thing," she declared, refilling Karen's wine glass with a grin. "Because both of us are dedicated career women, and unless we explicitly carve out the time, I feel like I'm never going to keep up with what's going on with you outside of the office."
If Cindy thought about her stay in Darrow too deeply, there would have been many flaws to her behavior that she could have pointed out. How she was too complacent. How Darrow was just about the most convenient excuse in the book for putting the matter of her family aside, for not digging deeper. Sure, everyone said that there was no real way to control going home, but trying wasn't exactly keeping Cindy up at night.
The thing was, it had been so long since Cindy had any semblance of a normal life that it was hard not to give in to the draw of it. She hadn't abandoned crime-fighting. She didn't think she ever would. Peter Parker's mantra of 'with great power, comes great responsibility' was far too catchy to erase from her mind. But Cindy was also more forgiving of herself if she wanted to swing by a bar instead of taking immediately to the skies, or if, like tonight, she wanted a girl's night instead of looking up suspicious activity on the internet.
It was indescribably nice to have friends that weren't at all attached to her work (or at least, the work that went on after office hours). To have people who seemed to appreciate her for who she was, rather than what she could do.
Karen was undoubtedly one of Cindy's favorite people. She was capable, confident, and didn't really turn her nose up at anything, which helped in Cindy's dorkier moments. And so when the idea struck them to spend a night catching up in the corner of one of their favorite, slightly more upscale bars, Cindy had cleared her schedule right away.
"We need to make this a regular thing," she declared, refilling Karen's wine glass with a grin. "Because both of us are dedicated career women, and unless we explicitly carve out the time, I feel like I'm never going to keep up with what's going on with you outside of the office."