Stripes. Why did he have to get stripes? He wanted solids so he could make jokes about things being 'totally solid'... Ah well. He'd get over it. He spat his sip of beer into his Yuck cup.
He slung his cue stick over his shoulders, arms draped over it as he examined the table and looked for the best shot. Alright, so he was just kind of guessing and pretending. Whatever. "Well he's a wacko Nazi cocksucker who'd probably rape and-or slaughter his own mother. Or has," probably not the best idea to goad the Nazi. Oh well.
Wally snorted with laughter at the idea of a tail feeling up women. So that's what he had to look forward to... He was in absolutely no hurry. "James 'Connie' Nim... Gonna have to look him up," maybe he had an idea where Wally could get some work or a better place to live. Luna family was all helpful and shit like that.
"Yeah yeah, gettin' to it. Hold your bleedin' horses," he lined up his shot (not really) and took it, aiming for the 13, missing, hitting the 10 and neither of them going anywhere near a pocket. "Shit..."