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Imma Be
Apr 10, 2010 19:48:23 GMT -3
Post by Alex Lovelace on Apr 10, 2010 19:48:23 GMT -3
Shooters Billiards and Arcade. It was Alex's favorite spot. The only place where he felt like he was at home. Just being himself around his friends and his family. Here... well that was a whole different story.
He took a swig from the 32 oz. beer mug that was propped up on the opposite and free other pool table, holding onto the cigarette with his two fingers. Once done drinking on liquid courage, he placed the cigarette back on his lips and continued just to his lonesome playing pool.
And there came the thing. He was by himself. Either no one could relate or he didn't want them to; a feat he did more often than he wanted to. He took a long draw from his cigarette, an unhealthy habit that he was hoping to quit on. But he long gave up that goal.
"Imma Be" began to play on the juke box. He looked over at the thing and smiled. "Now that's more like it." And he went back to playing pool.
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Imma Be
Apr 10, 2010 20:14:18 GMT -3
Post by Jacelynn Sanders on Apr 10, 2010 20:14:18 GMT -3
The evening was coming on and the distant sky was turning deep shades of crimson. Calling to a close the beautiful spring day and setting into the cool evening to come. Turning the radio down slowly as she entered the parking lot of the arcade, not many people knew that she enjoyed a good game of 8 ball. Jacelynn withdrew the keys from the ignition and pushed the heavy door open with her tennis shoe.
A few familiar faces were out and about as well, classes had ended for the day a few hours prier and as it seemed everyone was spending their evening off campus. Clicking the alarm a second time before walking away from the black 1998 firebird, assuring herself that it would be safe until she returned to it. Another fact that many people didn't know about Jace was her love for cars as well as fixing and working on them. Getting her hands dirty wasn't something that bothered her much.
With her pool cue over her shoulder she pushed the doors open and entered the smoky dark atmosphere. Stopping at the bar to order herself a bud light in a bottle before heading to an empty table. Setting the bottle to the table after a short drink and set to work assembling her purple pool cue. Perhaps someone was up for a game?
Word count: 225 Tagged: Alex
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Imma Be
Apr 10, 2010 20:41:11 GMT -3
Post by Alex Lovelace on Apr 10, 2010 20:41:11 GMT -3
Alex not one to notice when a pretty face entered the scene. Least of all one of the sorority girls that he always saw on compass with entrails of cronies falling behind. Today she was alone though, and Alex narrowed his eyes as she came in with pool cue in hand. Alex watched her as she ordered a drink of her own. From the smell and oh yes, he was well enough of an alcoholic to k ow what kind and brand of beer it was from either smell or taste to know what kind of beer it was.
He inhaled the air as she passed and continued to set up cues on his table where his beer was. He knocked the 8 ball into the corner pocket and smiled, speaking to the sorority girl, "Bud Light. Good choice."
He stroked a finger through his hair and propped his stick on top of the table. He turned around to face the girl and offered only his pearly white teeth.
"I would have thought Michelob Light," he countered, patting his abs with his right hand. "You know less on the calories."
Alex walked over to her table and lifted the mug of beer. He took the cigarette off his lips and then drowned his throat with the golden drink. Placing it back on the table.
He looked at the girl, sizing her up. But he kept his mouth closed. Instead he grinned and returned to his table. "I'm more of a Icehouse or 211 man myself. Get ya drunk quicker."
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