#sur starter

[jonahmcd]

“Three ball, corner pocket,” he mutters to himself, eyes zeroing in on the cue. A sharp clack on contact, an impressive sound, on its own. But no cigar. With a groan he raises himself off the table, and takes an eager drink before locking eyes with the person across the bar staring.

“I’m not drunk enough to be good yet, okay? Anyone who really plays would tell you, you’ve GOTTA be drunk.”

[naomifagen-blog]

She stares at the walls, crudely constructed out of tires and scrap metal.. Looks shabby, but it seems to be doing the job. “I can’t believe what’s happening. I hope my family’s okay.”