Re: Chris/Daniel/June/Kal - 8:30 p.m., by the pool table
"Do your worst, Kolohe," June said. "I've got you all on the ropes. And when I win, I want you losers to cook my dinners for a week. From scratch, not some bullshit from the frozen aisle."
She leaned her pool cue against the table, turning her attention to her refreshed drink, and to her decapitated dance partner. She rested her elbow atop his head, propping herself up on him as she sipped at her drink.