<div class="floatleft">(http://chadwickmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/Todd-Finlay-81.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thomas Malcolm<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Senior Copywriter<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st, Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Game Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlotte, Jorja, OPEN<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Scene end for Thomas<hr/>Thomas let his eyebrows come up as her first shot sunk two of the balls. Thomas liked to think of himself as a fair sport when it came to losing, being able to concede when he knew he was outclassed, but this was just plain ridiculous. She didn't miss a single shot until she worked herself down to the 8-ball, tossing a taunt at him, making the man roll his eyes with a small smirk on his face. He was in over his head.<br/><br/>He watched as she moved in for the 8-ball, an easy shot. He watched as she tapped the cue ball lightly, twirling it gamely towards the hole which for which it was intended, moving impossibly slow, and yet he could tell that it was just strong enough to send it rolling into the corner pocket, just as she called it.<br/><br/>Only, impossibly, the black ball grazed against the edge of the pocket, and tapped th other edge, curdling the ball just on the edge, stopping just shy of an easy victory.<br/><br/>There was an option. He could try and play, but it would be an effort in futility on his part. He could sink one, maybe two before it was her turn again. But he doubted that he would get lucky again. And so, with a game smile, he walked back over to the rack and tucked the cue back into it's place.<br/><br/>"Well, I know when I'm beat. I'm going to check into my room, see what the view is like up there. You two should have some fun though," He winked and smiled at Charlie," See you two later?" He didn't wait for a response, finding his way towards the door.