Re: [Mean Eyed Cat: Atticus & Sue]
Sue was in the market for a good time - no more, no less. That good time was probably going to come to him pretty uncomplicated, based on where he had dropped himself for the evening and the drinking, but that didn't mean it had to be. Just feeling awake and breathing fresh air and not seeing fake sunlight that made his skin crawl, all those things were key, key, key.
He rolled his eyes when Atticus refused to help a gentleman out and he inclined his body in the direction of the cues, reach across the corner of the pool table to grab one from the wall instead of walking all the way. "I hit on all of them already," he said. He plopped the whiskey on the edge of the pool table, and the cue on the burnished wood, eyeing up his own thumb like a magical amateur. "Brothers included." He sighed, stood and leaned, resting dark waves against the backs of his fingers on the cue. "I thought that was you, handsome, and look where I am now."
He stepped around the edge of the table, lined up the cue, and broke without fanfare. It actually wasn't terrible - almost as if he had spent enough time in bars to have played a few games of pool. He hadn't even chalked the stick. "Sue," he said, licking his teeth inside his mouth, cleaning the whiskey from them. His eyes widened. "And no, I didn't come for the theme."