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Gathering: ...in the corner pocket
Anyone who passed the billiards room in the evening was treated to the sound of light laughter, billiard balls being struck with firm confidence, and the clatter of glasses and plates. The notice had been posted only that day for the tournament, but all were welcome to join in and play, while free drinks and small morsels of food were passed around for the enjoyment of all. The two billiard tables were rarely empty, even though the prize wasn't much to speak of, but pride was always a great motivator in people's ambitions and the ability to say you'd won was always on the line.
The billiards tournament was casual and many were lingering around, watching as the players took their turns. Waiters circulated the room with their trays, and every once in a while, new competitors were welcomed into the informal billiards competition that had begun only a few hours earlier.
Everyone was welcome, though some people would be leaving the event with a loss on their backs. It was lucky, then, that there was alcohol, food, and good company to help dull the defeats.
The billiards tournament was casual and many were lingering around, watching as the players took their turns. Waiters circulated the room with their trays, and every once in a while, new competitors were welcomed into the informal billiards competition that had begun only a few hours earlier.
Everyone was welcome, though some people would be leaving the event with a loss on their backs. It was lucky, then, that there was alcohol, food, and good company to help dull the defeats.
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"I'm not fussy," he replies, his gaze sliding from her hair to the woman. He doesn't want to say anything, but he remembers dyeing his hair a similar colour during his high school years. He takes up a cue when he figures he doesn't really have a choice about the game he's about to play (and it's not that he minds, seeing as it'll keep his mind off things). He gestures to the table.
"You can shoot first, if you want," he offers. "I'm Chase."
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"Guess that means I'm solids," she said, and rocked back on her heels once before rounding to the side of the table to line up another shot. "You play this much?"
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No matter where he goes, he can't escape Cameron, though he imagines that it's not like she's doing this on purpose to fuck with his head. His head feels a little malleable lately, but then, he's been stabbed by a patient and still isn't sure whether he wants to go back to work, so yeah, his head's in a bit of a rough place. "I was married to a Cameron, once," he says, as if that's the sort of casual thing you just say. "And nah, I don't really have much time for pool. I spend most of my spare time surfing."
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"So, you're what? Australian?" she asked as she stepped back and slouched against the brace of her cue.
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He's kept the accent, refusing to completely give into becoming an American. He might've been running from his family, but there are some lengths he didn't ever consider going to.
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"Where are you from?"
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"I was in school there, and then there was this..." She trailed off, flopping a hand as she tried to find a word neutral enough for Cardiff and Joe and everything that went with them. "Opportunity. So I guess we were both in shitty places for business."
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Even if Joe hadn't been long gone, she didn't think she'd ever forgive him for letting Apple get to her idea first.
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