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[ratherbefred]

Romana was doing the maths, sort of. Properly, she was standing in front of the pool table in the rec room, cue in hand, playing against herself and surveying the arithmetic behind it. Really, it was quite elementary, but in a pinch like this, she was quite up the challenge of seeing if such a simple sport could be made, well, more complex

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[east_texas]

Stu strode in, making for the bookshelf when he saw her little hissyfit.

"Ain't the game's fault, Miss Romana," he teased, walking over to the jukebox as the song faded away and started up again with the Eagles.

[ratherbefred]

Romana breathed out a sigh of relief as Stu came in and killed the song. She rolled her eyes slightly and gave him an exasperated smile.

"Maybe not, but it certainly is that machine's fault. It ruined my calculations," she replied, picking up the cue again.

[east_texas]

"Whatcha calculatin'? Looks to me like yer shootin' pool."

The jukebox grew louder as he turned away from it, as if it wanted his attention.

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'

Stu just kicked backward against the side of it and the volume went back to a decent level as he smiled at her in return.

"Ain't nothin' but a jukebox."

[ratherbefred]

"That's exactly what I'm doing." Romana smiled cheekily and nodded at the table. At the jukebox's persistence to be heard, she let out a small snigger. It looked like she wasn't the only one being taunted.

"Exactly," she agreed as she pointed to her game. "And, well, I was just in the midst of doing the angles. That's really all the game is."

[east_texas]

"Ain't all it is, darlin'. Takes an easy wrist an' a'opponent. Angles'r fine, but you gotta wanna win, not just sink 'em. That..."

Stu grabbed a cue and the rack and moved next to her.

"...is what we call 'practicin' back home."

[ratherbefred]

Romana smirked and gave Stu a quizzical sort of look, as she watched him. "Is that your way of challenging me?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and tsking him. "Because really, I'd advise against it."

[east_texas]

"Challengin'? Ya think I'd do that ta someone who just told me she thinks math when she shoots?" he teased, racking the balls and setting them up. "How 'bout you break so I can see what I just got myself inta?"

[ratherbefred]

"There is nothing wrong with arithmetic. I mean, it makes the world go round," Romana teased back as she moved to position herself for her shot. She studied the table for a moment, tilting her head, before aiming and shooting. The balls broke apart, scattering across the table and the three fell with a satisfying thud into the far left pocket.

She smiled, quite pleased with herself. "Solids for me."

[east_texas]

Stu watched appreciatively. He hadn't played pool in years, and not a real good game since back at the Indian Head.

"Keep it up, darlin'...I'll just make myself comfortable," he teased as he took a seat.

[ratherbefred]

"You better do that, you might be sitting for a while," Romana replied with a smile as she sized up her next shot. Biting her lip, she narrowed her eyes slightly as she calculated, before aiming. "Five ball, right center pocket," she announced, and shot, bouncing the cue ball off the side of the table before it hit the ball and it fell in.

She straightened up and smiled at Stu. "Are you sure you don't want me to gimp myself for you? I think it'd only be fair."

[east_texas]

"Not a bit, ma'am. Clear the table, if'n ya can," he offered with a smirk, settling back in his chair.