Feb 01, 2012 19:05
She'd enjoyed the last round of pool.
The "I'll make it two hundred, if you'll play for real" challenge.
After watching her wipe the table with three other people, pretending to get lucky.
She'd still won the last, too. It had been far more fun. Dangerously close to memories.
Of another place, she couldn't return. Shouldn't spend her time dwelling on all night.
Which meant it was time to get another drink, before considering calling it a night.