#harrisoned

brow furrows as he watches another solid sink heavy into it’s pocket like it was magnetized to it. he doesn’t know whether to be impressed or pissed. “you are a fuckin’ finesser, huh?” he tuts, lips pursing. fingers are wrapped around his pool stick, the thicker side planted in between his clean black sneakers and it may as well be a fuckin’ pool noodle. rio shakes his head and it’s good natured ‘cause, damn. he didn’t see this one coming from florida barbie. he’s leaning towards impressed, jerks his head at her. “the hell you learn all’a that?”

SHANE   PIVOTED   AND   TURNED   TOWARDS   HER   AS   HE   HEARD   HIS   NAME   AND   FOR   A   MOMENT   EYES   ROLLED.   not   because   he   was   that   annoyed   by   her   but   because   they   never   really   did   hit   it   off   much.   there   was   a   part   of   him   that   wondered   if   she   was   looking   for   him   then   was   she   about   to   snap   at   him   for   something   or   anything   along   those   lines.   he   was   looking   towards   the   blonde   with   a   slightly   serious   expression   that   barely   masked   his   general   lack   of   desire   right   now.   “what’d   i   do   now?”   he   inquired   quickly   unable   to   help   his   slightly   indifferent   and   barely   tolerable   tone   of   voice.   he   wasn’t   in   the   mood   for   whatever   thing   she   may   feel   to   say   but   at   the   same   time   maybe   she   had   a   genuine   reason   for   coming   over   here   so   he   shouldn’t   completely   expect   to   be   told   off....   even   though   he   kinda   did.   he   rubbed   most   people   the   wrong   way   he   was   use   to   it.