Ren couldn't believe what he was seeing. He just stared, unable to take his slightly inebriated eyes off of the scene playing out before him. Was Shae actually offering his ass to the stranger? He really hoped that he was just talking about the wallet inside his back pocket. But then why would he let a stranger take his wallet out of his pants? It was starting to make Ren's head hurt to think about it.
Right, then he would just stop looking. Any minute now. He'd just turn his head away. Fuck! He had lost the ability to move his head, damn alcohol and your effects on nothing being able to control simple body mechanics. If he kept making excuses in his head, perhaps he could fool himself into believing them.
He clutched the pool cue and leaned on it like it was a cane, and pretty mused used it as one. It would keep him from swaying back and forth as he continued to drink from his beer bottle. He was a little more aware of his surroundings now that he knew he was in a gay bar. His eyes darted from one peripheral sight to the other, noticing some people watching him, and he wondered had they been watching him the whole time or had they just started noticing him. He really didn't want to think too long on that.
"Hey, podna," He mimicked Shae's accent, "Are we playing a game here or what?" Was he feeling a little jealous? Another dangerous thought best not to dwell on. He should have been more concerned about how easy it was to put away thoughts he wasn't ready to deal with and to not think.