return of the brainkiller

[manofthecity.livejournal.com]

In honor of mentioning she would do it sometime in a Big Back Room Thread, this post exists.

Around the pool table, which is sometimes in the bar and sometimes not, there are many, many people for one pool table.

Carrot Ironfoundersson is sitting on a stool keeping the score (and keeping peace), and next to him is Badger, who is collecting bets. Carrot keeps giving Badger sidelong disapproving looks, but doesn't actually say anything, since gambling is not directly against the Rules.

Greg Sanders is still trying to decide who to bet on -- the underdog keeps changing, see.

Playing are Rose Red, Sariel, Max Evans and Slack -- Thursday Next is hovering, waiting for a chance to get in, and Cole Sear and Kit Rodriguez are watching and sulking, as they were told they're too young to participate.

(Stupid adults.)

Kurt is getting an amazing view from the rafters, and occasionally swiping a strawberry from the bowl Eilinel's holding. Sitting with Eilinel are Sheila and her infant.

In the other corner, Claire Keogh and Mary O'Brien are just talking about pool -- they're both new to it.

And just wait until Tristan Farnon shows up.

[The original purpose behind the multi-pup post returns: help destroy Rue's braincells! Open to all comers, all day, though I do have a couple of classes in there somewhere.]

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[manofthecity.livejournal.com]

Threadhopping is, as they say, a tradition.

She is hard to miss, Angua, and Carrot can't help but look at her instead of the game every now and then. She's much more attractive than gambling, anyhow. Gambling isn't Right, and pool is conducive to drunken arguments.

If anyone is inebriated, however, Carrot has yet to notice, or he would have expelled them.

Though sometimes his smiles look drunk, when he's smiling at Angua.

It's almost puppy love in a literal sense.

[someonesdog]

And when he's looking at her, she's somehow not looking at him. Because to return those looks, even in a Bar in which they are most certainly not On Duty, surrounded by people who are most definitely not the lads, would be somehwat innappropriate.

But everytime he's not looking at her, she's stealing glances at him.

She's his, after all.