"Hm," was all he said, a faint smirk playing at his mouth. He watched Tony rack up the balls, and then watched Tony drink, and then he realized he should probably do something besides stare at Tony across the table.
"Thanks." He set his own drink on the side of the table, walked over to the wall and picked up a pool stick, since it looked like no one else was interested in playing. "Just this guy. Short, dark, and handsome. You know the type," he said with a wink, chalking up the tip. He returned to the table.
"Wanna play me? You've got nothing to lose."
Stephen put his hand out to demonstrate, fingers spread. The shaking was visible, he was probably going to be terrible.
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"Hm," was all he said, a faint smirk playing at his mouth. He watched Tony rack up the balls, and then watched Tony drink, and then he realized he should probably do something besides stare at Tony across the table.
"Thanks." He set his own drink on the side of the table, walked over to the wall and picked up a pool stick, since it looked like no one else was interested in playing. "Just this guy. Short, dark, and handsome. You know the type," he said with a wink, chalking up the tip. He returned to the table.
"Wanna play me? You've got nothing to lose."
Stephen put his hand out to demonstrate, fingers spread. The shaking was visible, he was probably going to be terrible.