[She's never been very good at billiards. Usually more inclined to waste her time with video games, after a week on this ship SooYun is on the brink of developing a flashing-light-loud-noise-induced anxiety disorder. She takes a gulp from what might be her second or third pink drink. For some reason being drunk gives her better aim, at least with a cue.]
Do you think we'll ever get home? [she asks as she lines up her shot. Bad at billiards, bad at small talk, decent at drinking. What a combination.]
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Do you think we'll ever get home? [she asks as she lines up her shot. Bad at billiards, bad at small talk, decent at drinking. What a combination.]