Prompt: Uncomfortable
It was the end of a long day and Lindsay, Stella, Don, Danny, and Adam were all crammed into their favorite bar. Don and Danny got through only two beers before they headed towards the pool table and started picking on each other, as always.
"I'm going to wipe the floor, with you Messer."
"In your dreams, Flack, in your dreams."
"Whatever, I'm going to sweep the table, tell him Montana," he said as Lindsay and Stella joined them, "Tell your boyfriend here that I'm about to embarrass him in front of all these people."
Suddenly everybody stopped moving and it was like time stopped.
It wouldn't have been strange for Don to say that a few months ago; in fact he had on many occasions. Lindsay remembers nights spent tucked under Danny's arm as he and Flack slung insults at each other.
But that was before.
Flack looked from her to Danny as if trying to figure out what to say. Finally Lindsay spoke, "I kick Danny's ass at pool, Flack, so I wouldn't be so proud. I'm going to get another drink." Lindsay headed for the bar as fast as she could without actually running.
"I'm sorry," Don said to Danny, "I didn't…"
Danny shook his head, watching as Stella went to join Lindsay, placing one hand on her friend's shoulder, "It's not your fault. Its mine."
Danny grabbed his stick and hit the balls as hard as he could, "Its all my fault."