Sweet Pool
He pulled up the hood of his black jacket, covering his face as much as he could. The people walking in the midnight streets were so clueless about what he really was. Laughing and passing behind him, they ignore his walking form in the dark, thanks to the black clothes that Casey gave to him. Being by himself was a nice feeling, without having the pressure of his brothers or his sensei. He sighted a local lightened dimly and reading the word "BAR" in a big pice of wood. He shrugged as he walk inside the local, finding it almost empty. Just the very drunk bartender and some drunk fellas in a desk playing cards. The only thing that caught his attention at the moment was the big, spoilt pool desk in the middle of that hole.Ā
He touched the green fabric of the desk looking around as he grabbed a pool stick, leaning over the desk and pointing the stick to an imaginary ball.Ā
