<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b3/16/75/b316753558000a598b43d0febedfcc2d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephen Landry<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 2nd / The night is young<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Game room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Button-up white shirt, beach shorts, barefoot<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hailee Spencer<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Stephanie<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Just shooting some pool<hr/>Stephen had never been much of a fashion guy. Sure, he liked looking good as much as the next person, but the lack of the ability to color coordinate, or do so well anyways, made him finally decide on sticking to comfortable and not ugly. Minimalist, spartan. Some of his friends said he looked good in white, and while that was a terrible choice for his line of work, he did like wearing it on occasion. And tonight was such an occasion.<br/><br/>A cold beer on a table nearby as well as a platter of various snacks and refreshments, despite the fact that he was the only one around, counted as some time to let his metaphorical hair down and have some fun. Even if it was on his own. Some alone time was called for here.<br/><br/>He wasn't even sure what he wanted. He didn't want to stay here, but he didn't want to hunt someone down just to have something to do and be able to stay away from their room for just a little while longer. So he nursed at the beer, munched idly on the snacks and arranged the balls on the green field of a pool table. He'd found an already done and chalked up cue stick on the rack and started playing himself at the game. Bars were where he'd played most of his games, most of the time for after-work drinks, maybe for an hours or so before heading home. He wasn't a pro by any means, but a good amount of practice meant that he could keep even this game competitive. Like a game of chess, only with a big stick and balls to deal with.