It was so boring tonight. Kendall let out a long, drawn out sigh as he watched a few people mill about the pool hall, leaning against one of the wall pool cue racks. They said that there was going to be something---or rather a group of someone’s—here. Tonight. In fact, at this very moment. But could he find the people that he was looking for? No. No he could not. There wasn’t even a fang nor a flowing cape in site. The man who he had almost mistaken for one of the vampire brood happened to be nothing more than a huge flirt looking to score. When he had discretely stalked after him and into the bathroom, he saw something that quite frankly, he didn’t want to see.
Shaking his head, the blonde rubbed his face tiredly. The call was probably from another prankster, once again. He knew it wasn’t his regular intel---at least they met him face to face and actually gave him a clear description of what his next catch was. This person didn’t do that, rather, the more he thought about it, the more the voice sounded warped, as if they were using a machine in order to mask their voice. Damn.
But he was so desperate to meet some sort of supernatural being that he rented out this pool table for the whole day. And he had been standing around the place, for that allotted time, always near the table. However, the balls were untouched, and he hadn’t even gone near the cues until now. It was of no surprise that the employees had started passing him by more frequently, giving him strange looks as if he wasn’t supposed to be there.
If he didn’t have a job to do, then yes, in any other situation he wouldn’t be here. Not even with his family, although he loved the annoying group to bits and pieces. It was too group oriented, too crowded, and the music was way too loud for his multicoloured ears. The place was nice, just not his cup of tea. He had never even played a game like this in his entire life, and if he didn’t feel so bad about wasting what little money he earned over the talk show radio show, he would just ditch the place.
As it was now though, he did spend that money. And that precious amount of cash was intended to feed him for the next week. Guess he was living off of whatever he had in the cupboard and fridge until he got paid once again. Whenever that was.
Frowning, he placed the triangle smack dab in the middle of the table, and started placing the balls in order of number, leaving the infamous eight ball at the top, before carefully removing the piece of plastic and grabbing a cue from the wall. He might as well play in case there was an actual group of vampires hanging about the area.
There was just one issue to that though. He didn’t know how to play. It was his very first game, and the cue felt heavy in his palms as he tried to position it close to the balls without an awkward feeling of the stick poking at his stomach. Finally, he turned the pole onto on the first collared ball, holding the cue at an high angle, his right arm supporting most of the weight before putting a bit of force on his hit.
The balls on the table barely moved an inch. Well, at least that was a start.
[[Tldr;; he has no clue that he’s missing the white ball. 8’DD]]
