07-20-2014, 05:52 PM
Claire watched with a great deal of dissatisfaction as her 8-ball was pocketed. Rather than cast her ire at Viktor, she turned and stuck Oriena with a knife-like accusation.
What's wrong with you bitch?!?
Their eye contact remained like two magnets positioned end to end, glued, and nearly unwrenchable. Until Viktor nudged her with his pool cue.
She spun and spat him an unamused look. The boys snickered. Whatever.
So it seemed her little hustle had come to an end. Claire could have used the money. It was a shame.
She downed the last of her beer and snatched her coat and bag.
"That's my curtain call, boys."
She circled the table.
But she found her way blocked by Ivan.
What's wrong with you bitch?!?
Their eye contact remained like two magnets positioned end to end, glued, and nearly unwrenchable. Until Viktor nudged her with his pool cue.
She spun and spat him an unamused look. The boys snickered. Whatever.
So it seemed her little hustle had come to an end. Claire could have used the money. It was a shame.
She downed the last of her beer and snatched her coat and bag.
"That's my curtain call, boys."
She circled the table.
But she found her way blocked by Ivan.