Re: Chris/Daniel/June/Kal - 8:30 p.m., by the pool table
"He's not as good as he thinks he is," June said. Slowly her brows lowered from the heights they had climbed at Daniel's bold flirting. She kept her eyes on Chris all the while, reading his reactions, gauging whether or not she needed to intercede on his behalf.
John Smith's severed head watched their game from the sidelines, propped up on the side rail of the pool table. June, dressed as a war-painted Pocahontas, her hands stained with settlers' blood, picked up her pool cue and pressed its butt into Chris's ribs. "We're taking you down, tramposo, so enjoy this while it lasts."