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[twiceahero]

Barbara doesn't play a lot of games. She's a busy woman. But every so often she'll play something as long as it's conveniently nearby. And she's good at it.

So this evening she's playing pool.

By herself at the moment, though she doesn't look like she'll object to someone coming and getting their butt kicked. Because Babs is good at pool.

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[divisionrogue]

Nikita's back for a little while; developments with Michael and the black box are going about as expected, but she's restless.

Killing time in a no-time-zone might chill her out. "Care for a game?"

[twiceahero]

"Depends on how sore a loser is," Babs shoots back, glancing over her shoulder with a grin.

[divisionrogue]

"Not very." Nikita smirks, waves down a wait-rat and asks for a Coke. "I don't lose much, though. Fair warning."

[twiceahero]

Barbara's grin widens. "Neither do I."

"Fair warning."

[divisionrogue]

"Then what's your game?" Nikita challenges. "Eight-ball, nine-ball, speed...?"

[twiceahero]

"I like a thoughtful game," Babs answers. "Eight ball? Keep it simple?"

[divisionrogue]

"Classic." Nikita takes her drink from the waiter, then a cue from the wall, carefully chalking it before sipping her drink. "You can break, if you want."

[twiceahero]

Babs snorts. "You're the newcomer," she responds with a magnanimous wave at the table, rolling her chair a few feet back.

[divisionrogue]

Nikita salutes her with the glass, puts it down, and moves around to round up the balls with the triangle. "Anything new happening since I saw you last?"

[twiceahero]

"Here in the bar, you mean?"

[divisionrogue]

"Here, or elsewhere." Nikita bends over, lining up her shot. Takes it.

Two balls go into pockets on the break, on stripe, one solid. "I'll be solids." A tiny small advantage there, since they both have to try to sink the 8-ball last.

[twiceahero]

"Well," Babs chuckles, "there's always something new happening somewhere."

[divisionrogue]

"With you," Nikita clarifies, giving Barbara the opening to talk about herself if she wants. She circles the table, looking for the best shot.

[twiceahero]

"Well, I do try to keep my hand in..." In a whole lot of pies, she means. "But nothing big enough to be worth mentioning."

Barbara, it should be noted, has a very, very special definition of that...

[divisionrogue]

"Mmmmm." Nikita takes her shot, and sinks the 12, then slowly circles to see what the next best shot is. "I put up a notice that I was available. Had an interesting conversation with Tarik." Another shot, but the angle's bad, and the ball bounces off the bumpers. "Yours."

[twiceahero]

"Good interesting, bad interesting, or just interesting interesting?" Babs inquires as she rolls around the table. She's been watching, so she's already picked her shot.

She plants her left hand on her shoulder and braces the cue across the crook of her elbow and then across the edge of the table.