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[wingerguarantee]

In the month Jeff had been on the island, one thought had been a constant in his head: this place was awesome. Sure, it was weird. It was hard to deny that when it became something out of a Christmas special from hell overnight. But the pros had so far outweighed the cons, especially when he got everything he wanted without lifting a finger. After

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[just_hormones]

There's snow outside again, just like there was when she first showed up here, and Aphrodite hates it. She hates the fact that she has to trade in her bitchin' usual wardrobe for layers upon layers so that she doesn't freeze her gorgeous ass off. So of course, she spends as much time as possible in her hut or in the Compound, where she doesn't have to wear quite as much.

She's in the latter now, wearing a tight pair of jeans and a low-cut bright pink sweater, her other various articles having been discarded the second she stepped inside. She's curled up in a chair and flipping idly through some magazine called Glamour - at least it's not Cosmopolitan, this time - and happens to glance up in time to catch some tall drink of water's eye as he asks a question.

"Play what?" she says, not sure what he's talking about for a second, then she catches sight of where he's set up that game on the green table with the balls and the sticks. "Oh, that? No, I have no clue."

She stands and flashes him a dazzling smile. Flirting's always a fun way to pass the time. "Why don't you give me a lesson, handsome?"

[wingerguarantee]

The woman had curls that put Britta's hair to shame. She apparently also had better taste than her, too, because that compliment was not lost on him. Straightening a little and shooting her one of his winning grins.

"How can I refuse a pretty lady?" he asked, motioning her over. "I happen to be a great teacher."

[just_hormones]

She tosses the magazine aside and sashays over to him. "So what's your name, great teacher?" she asks, glancing down at the table as she brushes light fingers along the soft green, then looks back up at the guy. He's nice and tall, like her brother Herc and Bill. "I'm Aphrodite."

[wingerguarantee]

The response of 'You're kidding, right?' was barely bitten back. The island seemed to push the limits of believability daily at this point - he wasn't even sure why he was surprised. He was tempted to ask if she was who he thought she was, but he had a feeling he didn't want to know.

"Jeff Winger," he replied, his face not betraying his initial surprise. It was one talent he'd honed as a lawyer that was becoming more and more useful lately. "So you've never played at all? I'm only asking so I know where to start."

[just_hormones]

"Pretend I've never even heard of the game before, because I totally hadn't until I came here," Aphrodite says. "They didn't have this game back in Caesar's day."

[wingerguarantee]

"His loss," he replied, dryly. Jeff tried not to think about how bizarre this all was - and hey, apparently she was that Aphrodite. "Alright, we'll start from the beginning."

He picked up the white cue ball, holding it up to her. "This is the white cue ball. It's the one you use to shoot the rest in - except the black eight ball, which goes in last."

With what sounded like an offer to do what he needed to do to teach her, he decided the more hands on approach would work best. With the cue ball back where it was supposed to be for the break shot, he planted his feet in the position they'd usually be in if he were about to take a shot. "Here, I'll help you get into the right shooting stance, first. You'd be surprised how important that is."

[just_hormones]

"Like this?" Aphrodite says, trying to copy Jeff's stance and probably doing it wrong. Which may or may not have been on purpose. She's totally the expert on flirting, but she's not above pulling out a classic.

[wingerguarantee]

Jeff didn't think twice, putting his cue aside and heading closer. He put his hands on perfectly innocent spots just above her hips, positioning her just a bit differently. He probably could've easily just told her how to fix it, but where was the fun in that?

"There," he said after an approving glance that probably lingered longer than it ought to have. "Do you want me to show you the right way to hold the cue, too?"

[just_hormones]

She lets him adjust her how he will, then stays in that pose, glancing over at him. "You probably should, since I have, like, no clue," she says, and she seriously doesn't this time. She's been in the rec room plenty of times when people were playing this game, but that doesn't mean she was actually paying attention to what they were doing.

[wingerguarantee]

"It's actually not hard, once you get used to it," he assured, putting his hand on the table. He deliberately was slow in setting up how he usually had his hand - ring finger extended, with his pointer finger making the curl that'd be where he placed the cue through, and tucking his thumb in to show how he steadies it. "Go ahead and try to make your hand look like this."

[just_hormones]

Aphrodite watches him, then places her hand on the table and carefully arranges her hand so that she's copying what his looks like. "Like this?" she asks.

[wingerguarantee]

"See, you're a natural," he replied with an approving nod, holding out a cue to her. He lined the white cue ball for her. "Go ahead. Try to hit it now. I promise I won't laugh."

[just_hormones]

"You'd better keep that promise, mister," Aphrodite says, but she's smiling as she bends over, giving it her best shot while putting her ass out there to its best advantage. She manages to hit the white ball, at least, but only succeeds in shoving it along a few inches.