[ ahead of myself - open ]

[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 375px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 1.5;"]— tw. thoughts of killing, manipulative behavior, mention of alcohol use

Ellis was very good at many things. He'd think so, anyway, despite in fact being awful at most things - he wasn't even that good at being a decent human being, yet of course he'd managed to convince himself otherwise. He didn't know any better. And so, when it came to 'decent human being' activities, like not killing things for the sheer thrill of it or not trying to convince manipulate people into liking him, he was utterly clueless. Before the Badlands, Ellis did not even know what a pool table was. In his mind, the only pool he knew of was a swimming pool. And so, when people began to mention pool table in generic conversation, Ellis wasn't even sure what to think.

A whole ass table in a swimming pool? This town didn't even own a damn swimming pool. Ellis wanted to roll his eyes - these people were so fucking stupid sometimes.

It was Saturday evening and Ellis knew that the casino was often the busiest place in the town at that time of day. And so, he naturally found himself gravitating towards it. Despite being very introverted in character, he also wasn't one to hide away from conversation and a social life. Though, he looked slightly out of place, a scrawny, sickly looking teenager who didn't drink stood in the middle of a casino on a Saturday night. If the world hadn't gone to shit, he wouldn't have even been old enough to be allowed in here. Eyes landed on a green felt table with these balls that made an awfully satisfying sound when clicked together, and then averted his gaze to see a man taking a swig of alcohol, about to play a game.

Ellis found himself wandering closer in silence, standing nearby the table, flitting his eyes over the different colored balls, before peering over to Addy. "What is this game? What are you supposed to do with it?"