<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>N/A<hr/>Thomas wrapped up with the chalk, placing it on the table in case Jorja wanted a go with it while he broke. He did raise an eyebrow when Charlie mentioned having put three balls off the board. That took some doing, and a stubborn person behind the doing," I'm crew. Well, not technically. Never been on any of the cruises before. I'm one of the senior copywriters, working with the advertising branch. There's a pusher joke in there somewhere, and be warned, I've heard them all."<br/><br/>Back to Jorja, her talk of cheap nights draw a chuckle out of him as he arranged the cue ball, looking down it," I'm sure there are a handful of suckers that would beg to differ on that," He looked up from the ball to give the blonde woman a grin," And I do try not to be a sucker. Not in that sense, anyways," He winked at Charlie before turning back to Jorja, and the pool table, pulling the cue back with one hand and guiding it with the other.<br/><br/>"What... do you think would be fair to bet on for a first game?" He asked before powering the cue forward in a clean strike, sending the little white sphere to collide with the triangle of balls and scattering them across the table. Thomas noted with a hint of disappointment that once everything had slowed to a halt, none of the balls had slipped into the pockets.