"What, at pool?" There's a little snort on the other end of the line. "Well, it's been a while since I last handled that sort of stick, so you'll probably kick my ass, but once upon a time I was alright."
Paul scrutinizes the young woman over the tablet. She's got to be like half his age, which he's already learning doesn't mean jackshit here in Taxon. (His default question for everyone new he meets is probably going to subconsciously be are you a vampire auuugh.)
"I could always switch it up and move to darts," Max says, raising an eyebrow at her addresser. For the record, she's twenty-two (to the best of her knowledge), but that honestly doesn't mean anything when it comes to someone who was a trained soldier from birth to the age of nine.
"Hi, Max." Paul lights up a cigarette and takes a drag.
"I'd be just as rusty at darts," he says with a crooked grin. "Bar sports-- haven't really played them since college. Unless we're counting drinking as a bar sport. Anyway, give me a few and I'll get there, give you a game's worth of play anyway if you want."
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"Yeah, I see you on the map. Be there soon," Paul said, and clicked off.
Some minutes later he walked in, pausing past the doorway, eyes scanning the room until he found the girl at the back. He threaded his way through the tables, both pool and regular ones, until he reached the cue racks on the wall.
He took three cues off the wall and rolled each one briefly on the felt of an empty table, watching the cue tips to see if they wobbled. Damn if the aliens didn't have even this detail right-- two of the cues wobbled visibly, showing all the signs of rough handling that community pool cues got. The third was a bit wonky, but looked to be the best of the bunch. He put the others back and approached Max with his hand out.
"Well, here I am. You an 8-ball or 9-ball sort of girl, Max?"
ooc: ignore the mun, she goes and shoots pool twice a week and thus is all POOL!GEEK haahaha
Paul scrutinizes the young woman over the tablet. She's got to be like half his age, which he's already learning doesn't mean jackshit here in Taxon. (His default question for everyone new he meets is probably going to subconsciously be are you a vampire auuugh.)
"Name's Paul Smecker. You?"
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"Max Guevara."
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"I'd be just as rusty at darts," he says with a crooked grin. "Bar sports-- haven't really played them since college. Unless we're counting drinking as a bar sport. Anyway, give me a few and I'll get there, give you a game's worth of play anyway if you want."
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Some minutes later he walked in, pausing past the doorway, eyes scanning the room until he found the girl at the back. He threaded his way through the tables, both pool and regular ones, until he reached the cue racks on the wall.
He took three cues off the wall and rolled each one briefly on the felt of an empty table, watching the cue tips to see if they wobbled. Damn if the aliens didn't have even this detail right-- two of the cues wobbled visibly, showing all the signs of rough handling that community pool cues got. The third was a bit wonky, but looked to be the best of the bunch. He put the others back and approached Max with his hand out.
"Well, here I am. You an 8-ball or 9-ball sort of girl, Max?"
ooc: ignore the mun, she goes and shoots pool twice a week and thus is all POOL!GEEK haahaha
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