Post by harold the pretzel man on Jan 28, 2008 11:47:25 GMT -5
Harold, not taking much notice of the scene around him, and the wrestling talents in this spot that night, walks straight up to the bar. The bartender attends to him quite quickly, responding to the new face with a smile.
Harold - Coca Cola, on the rocks.
Roaring laughter fills the bar at the idea of the rookie not drinking. The bartender gets him the soda, and Harold pays for it with exact change. Unaffected by the ruckus he has stirred already Harold continues to a vacant pool table nearby. He sits his drink on the closest table available. He chalks up a stick and racks the balls for a game. He then scans the bar looking for some competition at the table. he calls out...
Anyone for a game?
Recieving no response for a while,
Aww, screw it. I'll play a game solo.
He proceeds to fire away at the pool table, and seems to be doing a poor job of it.
Harold - Coca Cola, on the rocks.
Roaring laughter fills the bar at the idea of the rookie not drinking. The bartender gets him the soda, and Harold pays for it with exact change. Unaffected by the ruckus he has stirred already Harold continues to a vacant pool table nearby. He sits his drink on the closest table available. He chalks up a stick and racks the balls for a game. He then scans the bar looking for some competition at the table. he calls out...
Anyone for a game?
Recieving no response for a while,
Aww, screw it. I'll play a game solo.
He proceeds to fire away at the pool table, and seems to be doing a poor job of it.
