Re: quicklog: Atticus, Casper, Carver, Michael, Will
[Atticus watched as Will's joke fell flat, came up short, died in the shallow waters that surrounded the pool table. Was awkward. Atticus knew awkward. Atticus had perfected awkward in his youth. Fat, will full cheeks and hair that wouldn't tame. Fat, and with a mother than insisted on corduroy and button-downs. Fat, and always prone to quoting dead adults. Fat, and it didn't help that children who were mean to him all had accidents. Atticus felt bad for Will. Not bad enough to do anything to help, but bad.
Carver banked a solid, and Atticus held up his glass in salute. Well done. And he took another swallow and waited for Michael to sink his stripe.] Americans. Very dead. But not forgotten. Five. Left corner. [Which sunk, and Atticus straightened.] Short stories, mostly, but that's a preference, not a knowledge limitation. [He'd taught high school. He'd taught college. Wasn't ever very good at it, but he'd been eating literature with his eggo waffles since he was a toddler. Atticus knew writers.]
Interesting coincidence, isn't it? Everyone ending up here? [Wasn't precisely innocuous. Wasn't precisely loaded. The air around Atticus chilled briefly. A warning, perhaps. Perhaps just the door held open for too long. Impossible to tell.]