[Skip flashed a grin and pulled herself up to sit on the side of the pool table. She could still see the bar from where she was, and it wasn't like she planned to stay here for long. As the man he was playing against lined up a shot, she shrugged her shoulders.]
Gonna miss it.
['You shut up, Red.']
Call me that again, an' you'll be red. Maybe I'll even take out an eye, yeah?
no subject
Gonna miss it.
['You shut up, Red.']
Call me that again, an' you'll be red. Maybe I'll even take out an eye, yeah?