fandomtownies | Fast Eddies's: evening

Weiss banged his fist against the side of the Coke machine. "Huh. I was hoping that'd, like, magically give me a Coke or something. How's it going?"

"Could be better," Parker allowed, gathering all the stripes and solids together and putting them in the rack. "As you probably guessed from your Radio broadcast." She rolled her eyes at him, then went over to the wall to select a cue. "And the Coke machine works better when you kick it in the middle."

"See, I need these tips from the experts, otherwise how am I gonna learn?" Weiss said. He grabbed a cue himself. "But yeah, heard about the weekend. Sorry about that. I was on the verge of raising bail myself until I realized that I'm completely broke. I would've chipped in 10 bucks, though."

"Which might have bribed someone to bring me a muffin, but oh well." Parker made a face. "We made bail, after some ... difficulties. And the band now knows things I didn't want them to know about me, thanks to my godfather. But hopefully none of the administration here at school will care?" She looked very hopeful, and began chalking her cue.

"Yikes. That sucks. Family's kind of weird that way. On the one hand, amusing story. On the other hand, scary embarassing monster that should be locked in a closet. Mine's more the former, but I think everything's an amusing story," Weiss said, chalking up. "Look, if the school pitched a fit about your jail time, they'd have to pitch a lot more fits. You've met the student body, right?"

"Heh. Point. And at least the bar owner doesn't dare press charge." Parker looked marginally more cheerful, and slid the cue through her fingers. "Can I break for sides? And are we playing nine-ball, or stripes versus solids?"

"Always stripes vs. solids. I keep track better. And yeah, you can break. I yield to the girl with the jail time."

Parker glared, then snickered, and leaned over, drew back the cue, then hit.

The balls broke out in a starburst of rolling craziness, and a solid was sunk in the corner pocket. "Looks like I'm on solids. It wasn't actually that bad, jail. Aside from the smell. And the crowdedness. And not being able to sleep for the snoring...."

"Yeah. Sounds like a funhouse. I so want to get arrested now." He grinned. "At least you're out. And Fandom with Parker is so much better than Fandom without." He waited for Parker to take her next shot, what with her having just sunk one.

"Glad someone thinks so," Parker said, shooting him a quick look, before sinking a dark solid ball, then slowly circling the table, looking for her next opening. "It's been a weird month. I'm sure a few people wouldn't miss me, the way I've been acting lately."

Weiss stood with his cue in hand, giving his patented "Dude, please" look. "Beyond the fact that that's totally bullshit and you know it... wanna give a guy a clue here?"

"I kind of went off on Belthazor last night. And Anders." Parker winced, and glared at the table, before taking a set-up shot that at least got two solids into positions where they'd be good shots next time. "And I haven't exactly been happy happy joy joy this week. 'Tense' about covers it."

Weiss started to line up his shot. "Would this feeling of tension have anything to do with Jarod whose supposed to be gone working the Sin's front desk on Friday?" He pulled back and powed a stripe right into the pocket.

Due to Parker's emopain, he refrained from the traditional white male celebratory dance.

"Yes." Parker bit off the word like it had offended her, then glared at the table. "Nice shot," she added grudgingly. "He got back a week ago today."

Not that she wants to think about it. Or have emopain about it. Or have it be true.

Parker went over and put money in the pop machine, then took out her version of pain on it by kicking it, hard.

While Weiss was certain that the pop machine hadn't done enough in its lifetime to suffer *that* kind of abuse, he unexpectedly found himself enjoying the resulting flash of leg. Dude... uncool.

He lined up a shot and sunk another stripe, but left himself zero openings for his next shot. He refocused on Parker's issue. "Doesn't sound like a hugs and kisses reunion. That situation... I can't even imagine what that's gotta be like for you."

"Yeah, well...." Parker glared at the table again, then took one of her two already prepared shots, leaning over and fiddling with the set-up on the second one so she wouldn't have to look at Weiss. "It was actually better when he was gone. Not quite so...."

She took her shot, and sunk the ball, then circled again, looking for an opening. "I don't know. So much. So... something."

Weiss nodded. "I went to summer camp every year for four years. And I hated it. I got homesick, but I was able to distract myself because there was stuff to do. Crafts and capture the flag and all the crap kids do at camp. One year, though, I got pink eye and they had to send me home for a day. And it was kinda nice to be home, but when I got back... the homesickness was worse. Because what I wanted seemed so close and yet... I was stuck at camp. That was the shittiest summer ever."

Parker looked up from her next shot, and quirked a sideways smile at him. "Yeah. Like that." She took the shot, but misjudge the angle slightly, and sent her ball careening off two of his to end up against the back edge of the table. "Nuts. I just--" She took a step back, and grabbed her drink, pulling the cap off and taking a long chug from it. "I hate him," she said, finally, when she was done drinking. "I really really hate him. Or at least, I'm working on it."

Weiss didn't say anything. He just lined up his shot and took it, sinking another sriped ball. He stood and looked at her, with sympathy on his face.

Which doesn't exactly help Parker's mood, but doesn't really hurt, either. Because he's not saying 'what did you do?' or 'he can't be that bad' or 'there are other guys', and she doesn't need to hear that.

She watched Weiss hit another ball, then said, "Here's the thing. I just never want to talk to him again. And I'm afraid I might have to. And then? You really will have to bail me out of jail"

"And I will. Seriously, if you leave me a message that actually says 'I'm in jail, bail me out?' I'll get the money. Don't ask how, because I'm still working that out."

Parker laughed a little breathlessly, then stepped forward to take her next shot. "Zero's got money. If she's not in jail with me, she's a good place to start. This weekend notwithstanding." She frowned at the table. "Weiss? That game went too fast. 'Cause I've only got two shots left--" She took hers, then sank it. "Or one. And you've only got one." She stepped away so he could take his next shot, leaning on her pool cue.

"Did I mention that I am really good at pool?" Weiss said, sinking his shot. "I probably should have mentioned that."

"You really, really should have," Parker said threateningly, pointing at him with the cue, then grinned. "Next break is yours. Want another drink?" She went over to the drinks machine, and popped a few more quarters in it.

"Yeah, I could go for a root beer," Weiss said. "Just none of that Caff-Pow stuff. Yikes. I won't sleep for days." He started plucking the balls from the pockets and putting them in the triangle.

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