Harold watched Scotty - well, play, as far as he could describe it - with his head cocked to the side. He smiled and surfaced, his hair plastered to his forehead this time.
He breathed. He didn't need to know any pool games. Didn't need to do anything. No one expected anything of him at that moment.
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Re: Under the Table, Over the Water
Date: 2009-08-09 08:23 pm (UTC)He breathed. He didn't need to know any pool games. Didn't need to do anything. No one expected anything of him at that moment.