a friendly competition Who: Alice and Tyler What: After tooting his horn, so to speak, these two want to know who of the two of them is better with a stick and balls. Pool, you perverts! Where: The Louis Pool Hall When: Wednesday Evening
Tyler breezed into the pool hall. Tonight he actually put some effort into looking good. Chances were, if it had been a guy or a mediocre looking chick who had challenged him to a game of pool, he would have picked a pair of jeans off of his bedroom floor and a random t-shit. He’d wash up, of course, but not do much else as far as hygiene and appearances went.
But it was Alice, the extremely charming pixie of a girl who had pretty much saved his life, and for Alice he went a little out of his way to look a little better. His clothes were cleaned and pretty much wrinkle-free. His hair was groomed and his face was clean with a little bit of stubble left over.
The place had a charming sort of atmosphere with the faint smell of alcohol and tobacco. The lights were dimmed, but not so much that it made the place look like a shady hall from some movie. Tyler looked around and waited for Alice’s arrival.