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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 19:31:19 GMT
Zoey had a feeling she'd be in trouble because she always felt like she was in trouble. Shut up, drink some more. She obeyed herself and she sat close to Paris, listening to his conversation with someone else. Lots of hand motions, she blinked with bleary eyes. She couldn't follow them, but it wasn't the alcohol. It was this other feeling in the pit of her stomach, right?
Wrong, no, it was her beer. Definitely.
Zoey crossed her arms and leaned them on the bar, laying her head on top of them. She tilted her head and then moved one hand to tug at Paris, "What are you even talking about?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 20:01:46 GMT
she had to be taking the piss. she had to be.
“zoe, zoe, mate; you not been listenin'? how not?” and paris was a little more reactive than he had any right to be. he turned to her, half laughing, “you're mad. proper mad. you're missing out, you are.”
“'cause you've gotta hear this, love. you won't- you won't believe it.”
he pause mid-sentence was partly gesture for both zoey and their company to move in; his mates didn't budge, mind you, but their loss. never mind he really needed to speak that much louder, though. the seedier the pub, it seemed, the quieter the atmosphere. no fucking fun, mind you.
not like it was ever hard to hear paris anyway.
“they're trying to wind me up,” good-natured and stubborn, was there an in between? maybe paris was trying for the middle ground as he reached for his beer, “they say i can't play pool for me life. can you believe that?” well, he already said she wouldn't, but that didn't faze paris from continuing.
“see, i've known these blokes for ages too,” drink in hand, his arm was slung around one of the blokes they were with. the bottle knocking against the guy's chest in lieu of a shoulder thump, “or it just feels like that, innit?” he needed little confirmation of that fact before pulling himself closer into the improvised half hug.
“maybe, maybe, i lost last time. it was no fair, though. they set all set-up, i swear on me dad,” he was back to speaking to zoe now and he was more light-hearted once that happened, what he'd call banter, even though he seemed more jovial than the others. or a little more tipsy.
“so you've gotta help me out here zoe.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2013 23:59:43 GMT
His words rolled out at her and Zoey had to wonder where all this energy came from - it's like Paris never needed recharging or rest. He was always ready to go. Sometimes he zapped the energy out of her and other times he revved her up; now was the latter. When he leaned towards her, Zoey leaned back and smiled conspiratorially.
His story got so long winded for Zoe to follow, he took too many detours, so when it came to it's conclusion - So you've gotta help me out here Zoe - she blinked.
"Help you with what?" If it was validation of his pool skills, she didn't have that - Zoe could not remember the last time she'd even watched Paris play. Sure, she was probably there, but Paris had a bad habit of bringing out this side of her, as she waved down another beer with her ear still listening for his reply.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 1:00:35 GMT
”ain't it obvious?” pulling a face, shooting a look, and basically guffawing, “help playin' this game. not gonna back me up, love? after all i've done for you?”
he was nudged off his mate after the melodramatic turn in his tone but he was soon laughing. he was just keeping his eyes on zoey for now, “we're gonna play a game.” he made a gesture to the others who had already started to head over to an empty pool table and the next words were an unsubtle attempt at casual, “so, got any cash on you?”
“'course you do love,” but it seemed paris was anticipating being turned down so he held out his beer, “we trade. something for something.” he shook it lightly, the liquid barely audible above the rest of the bar. paris was grinning, “or do you want something else?” paris was already trying to pull her over, now the one tugging her.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 1:33:05 GMT
Right. Of course. So now she had an unopened beer and his newly opened one. Squinting, Zoey took it from his hands and had a sip.
"My money and my help?" Zoe scoffed. "You'll still owe me something else," she said, mostly for the sake of being cheeky.
Well now she had two, and it felt sort of awkward to be holding two. She set the unopened beer on the corner of the table, right by a pocket. She handed a wad of cash to Paris, not sure how much it was, and she leaned her hip on the corner of the table. The whole thing gave her the feeling that she was just being swept along, but Zoe had learned to roll with Paris' punches.
Zoe didn't know anything about who they were playing against, but she never needed to speak much in these conversations. Again, Paris really spoke enough for the both of them. Zoe leaned her head back so she could see Paris wherever he was standing, and snapped her fingers for a pool stick.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 3:35:43 GMT
she took the beer. success, with what he would be sure was a small price to pay. still, “you're well demanding.” hands now free he gave an exaggerated, placating gesture, “promise i'll pay you back later, alright?”
“anyway, need to make up for the cash i lost last time.”
with the money in his hand he returned to looking at their company. grinning, cash in hand he divvied up a few notes for the moment and lazily shoved the rest in his pocket. attention back to zoey, he went and slammed down what he had left on the table. smirking, paris was confident as ever, looking over the pool table as the balls were set out, “no ‘warm-ups‘ this time, already putting down. gotta match it.”
paris wasn't much for this gambling bollocks usually but it still gave a proper thrill. zoe wasn't so bad herself, though. as he leaned to get a cue his grip was poor the first time; it took him a second and a quick fumble before he passed it to zoey. there seemed to be a mark of degree of surprise on his face, “huh, you're proper commanding. fancy yourself a good player? something you're not telling me mate?” oh, this could be good.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2013 4:30:27 GMT
///time skippy jump ((mmm so bad at this love me anyway))///
Okay, now, Zoey should've seen that coming. Adrenaline sobered her up, which was a godsend - she was better in this situation than Paris. Paris, whom she'd snapped to keep on his toes, probably thought he was immortal. Or immortalized, his whole life the epitome of champagne shattered on a maiden voyage.
"Bright idea," she hissed under her breath, feeling on edge when everyone's eyes were on them. He'd probably charm his way out of it, that much was sure, but Zoey was in his sidecar with no escape. Paris could do all the tricks he wanted, but he had locked them into a steel cage at at a circus and she was stuck for good measure.
Finger flexed, necks cracked and Zoe had a feeling something was about to erupt that she wouldn't be able to hold her own in. She was far from cowering, but she was absolutely having second thoughts.
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