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the_calm_before (the_calm_before) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Maybe the sign said, "Pick on me, I'm an easy target." Ren was easy to tease, especially because he let people get away with it. He really didn't know how to make it stop short of just walking away, but that pink looking drink was his, dammit. He had considered just saying quit it or going and telling someone, but both choices seemed childish and whiny wouldn't get him the results he was looking for.

"Fine." He followed the other man over to the green covered table and caught the pool cue that was tossed his way. Ren looked at him with narrowed annoyed looking eyes, he hoped that was what they looked like anyways, and wondered where that accent was from. From the south somewhere he guessed. Ren had never been to Louisiana let alone New Orleans. The closest he got to Mardi Gras was back at home when they used to have a dinky little parade with local organizations creating something that was supposed to pass as a float. They always gave the oldest ladies or the youngest kids the cheap plastic beads to toss too. Needless to say, there was no flashing involved.

He stood at one end of the table and looked down at the other end were the balls were lined up in a triangle. "I'll warn you now," Ren set the white ball on the green carpeted surface with little ceremony and then leaned over, his body parallel with the table top, holding the base of his cue with one hand and supporting the tip with the crook of his thumb, "I really suck at this game."

He popped the cue forward with his back hand and sent the white ball crashing into the colored ones with a moderately strong strike. The balls on the outside of the triangle scattered across the table a bit, but the heart of the shape pretty much remained where it was, unbroken.