The pool hall was slightly smokey it seemed to him as he stepped foot in the joint. Though before he had even shown up he had been stoned out of his mind. Pushing his hair back he sported a grey v neck shirt and light ripped jeans. His converse covered his feet as they moved forward, carrying him farther into the establishment. He wanted a night out just to kind of relax and hang out. Maybe he'd run into friends or maybe he'd meet someone in the more feminine department Paying his dues and getting a table he began to set up for a game. So what he was playing by himself sometimes yourself was the only person who had you.
Grabbing a pool stick he felt the presence of someone hanging around. His back to his table he turned as his blue eyes landed on the person. " Are you looking to play or did you lose something over here?"
Houston Dionne was snarky as hell at times. He could be cold and cruel or just a sarcastic dick who liked to play around. It depended on the mood he was in. Tonight it was up in the air and the first person to talk to him would set his mood honestly.