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     "Go ahead." Renee laid herself back, figuring it'd be easier for him to look at the wound while she was laying down. She turned her head and watched him. "I'm remembering why I hate bars." She reached down to lift her shirt, though winced because there were splinters caught in her shirt that were stuck in the wound - which was probably why no one wanted to change her out of her clothes yet.

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   Joel looked at her for a second and then looked down at his chart. “Hmm, okay, mind if I take a look there — uh. Renee?” he felt it polite to ask before invading a patients personal space. He moved to the side of the bed and put his chart down, waiting for her to answer. 

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   Well that got silence out of her. She looked over at him and frowned. "I'm sorry...." She fidgeted awkwardly, then nudged Damon. "Can I challenge you to another game?" she nodded towards the pool table, she was going to try to lift the conversation up and move it away from something so dreary as quickly as she possibly could.

She pouted when he knocked the stripped ones in, then knocked the one he called in. "Like what?" She walked around, then leaned down and took aim. "Purple Four in the left pocket." She hit the cue and... it missed the ball, just barely. She wrinkled her nose then looked over at him. "And only if you tell me about yourself." She added.

   Damon smirked a little bit and shrugged a bit as he walked around the table to take his turn. “Of course, after you tell me about you,” he responded as he knocked a couple of his own balls in then scratched, passing the turn to her. “If I had to tell you what to tell me, what is the point?” 

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   She watched him get the ball in, putting on a pout of a face. "Fine, can you... tell me about your family?" She walked around the pool table and teasingly poked him with the end of the pool stick. She set it on the pool table then turned and leaned against the table next to him. "I have an older sister, who my parents spoil, actually, they spent all my money on her." She shrugged. "You?"

She pouted when he knocked the stripped ones in, then knocked the one he called in. "Like what?" She walked around, then leaned down and took aim. "Purple Four in the left pocket." She hit the cue and... it missed the ball, just barely. She wrinkled her nose then looked over at him. "And only if you tell me about yourself." She added.

   Damon smirked a little bit and shrugged a bit as he walked around the table to take his turn. “Of course, after you tell me about you,” he responded as he knocked a couple of his own balls in then scratched, passing the turn to her. “If I had to tell you what to tell me, what is the point?” 

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   Renee raised her eyebrow. She leaned over to take her turn, knocking balls into the holes, which included - on accident - one of his. "Technically? Are you really going to continue on this?" She rolled her eyes at him and laughed. "So you're the one who drives that Camero." She laughed again. She leaned back and looked him over. "You're just going to tell me anything I tell you, is that it?"

She pouted when he knocked the stripped ones in, then knocked the one he called in. "Like what?" She walked around, then leaned down and took aim. "Purple Four in the left pocket." She hit the cue and... it missed the ball, just barely. She wrinkled her nose then looked over at him. "And only if you tell me about yourself." She added.

   Damon smirked a little bit and shrugged a bit as he walked around the table to take his turn. “Of course, after you tell me about you,” he responded as he knocked a couple of his own balls in then scratched, passing the turn to her. “If I had to tell you what to tell me, what is the point?” 

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     Renee rolled her eyes playfully. She leaned against the wall and watched him take his turn. "I'm from New York," She took the cue and set it on the table, then leaned forward and knocked one of her own balls in. "My last name is Vanderbilt, I'm tweny-five, freelance photographer, I love the color purple, Baking is my forte and I own a crappy beaten up Jeep." She smiled sweetly at him. "Your turn."

She pouted when he knocked the stripped ones in, then knocked the one he called in. "Like what?" She walked around, then leaned down and took aim. "Purple Four in the left pocket." She hit the cue and... it missed the ball, just barely. She wrinkled her nose then looked over at him. "And only if you tell me about yourself." She added.

   Damon smirked a little bit and shrugged a bit as he walked around the table to take his turn. “Of course, after you tell me about you,” he responded as he knocked a couple of his own balls in then scratched, passing the turn to her. “If I had to tell you what to tell me, what is the point?” 

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