Bobby gave Dean his own version of The Look and picked up another shot, downing it for good measure. "Rack up the balls, kid. Now that Cas has the hang of the game, we're gonna kick your asses." He was feeling a nice comfortable buzz and intended to keep it going for as long as he could.
Once the table was back in order, Bobby lined up for the break shot. He only took a fraction longer than usual because the table felt a little tilted. The first shot was true, knocking two in, while his second one fell short by a small margin.
The hunter reached for his penalty shot and passed the cue off to Dean. "Let's see what ya got junior."
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Date: 2011-03-09 12:49 am (UTC)Once the table was back in order, Bobby lined up for the break shot. He only took a fraction longer than usual because the table felt a little tilted. The first shot was true, knocking two in, while his second one fell short by a small margin.
The hunter reached for his penalty shot and passed the cue off to Dean. "Let's see what ya got junior."