And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand Who: Gor, Nik, Zoe When: about 10 PM Where: the Cult
It wasn't that Gor was a bad person, not really. It was just that he was extremely passive-aggressive, and he didn't want to have dinner with some Zoe girlfriend of Nik's. Christ, were they really going to do this whole Beaver Cleaverville bullshit? Their parents had only been missing a few days -- and, even though, logically, there was little chance of finding them alive or dead at this point, part of Gor still hoped they would. He supposed he was just a masochist that way. Or maybe he just really hated change.
And Gor truthfully figured his oldest brother was just checking in on him to make sure that he, too, knew he was expected to attend. Complete bullshit.
Back home, there was a bar that let the boys in to play pool. Bianca and Louis didn't know about it, and Gor doubted any of his brothers knew. The bar was owned by a friend's father, and he had been slipping the boys drinks since they were thirteen. He never let them get drunk and, in fact, usually cut them off after one -- still, it was a nice way to spend an afternoon when your paladin had to go to a family reunion or the dwarf was in detention.
Gor wasn't at the Cult for a beer (not that they would likely serve him): he was here for pool. He didn't intend to play with anyone, and so he was relieved when he was largely ignored. Pool was something the teenager found enjoyable, and, better yet, he was good at it. It was a riddle: which ball should you knock into the hole first?
By 10, Gor had three balls in. He was taking his time, practicing his shots and really planning each move. It was something he rarely had the time to do -- his friends were impatient, and, like Gor, they had had plenty of practice over the years. They knew each other's weaknesses and moves, and they enjoyed setting the balls up to exploit those weaknesses -- for laughs more than to win.