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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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[everyone_takes]

"Yeah, I'm a total pool shark," Kate answered, rolling her eyes and making it pretty clear she didn't play. Not that she didn't, actually, but that she had tried once or twice at Benjamin's request and had been really fucking awful at it. That was the problem. Kate didn't like to be bad at things.

"We met at the party, right?" she asked. She'd been pretty drunk, but she also remembered people without much trouble.

[wingerguarantee]

"Kate, right? Yeah, I think we did," he confirmed, after pausing a moment to try to think of the name. The party had been a bit of a blur, but she'd made enough of an impact for him to remember.

"Not at all, huh?" he asked, noticing the look she was giving him at the suggestion. And here he was even in a decent enough mood to take it easy on her, too. He waved the cue a little in her direction. "I'm not asking you to bet your stuff on the game. Sure you don't want to give it a try?"

[everyone_takes]

"Bet my stuff," Kate repeated with an amused grin, then lifted her shoulders in a deep shrug and pushed her hair back off her face. "Whatever, let's do this. Then, when you've kicked my ass and my self worth is at an all time low, you can choose to either kick me when I'm down or assure me it's just a really hard game," she added, her grin growing the entire time.

Bad at pool or not, Kate's self worth had never been all that low.

[wingerguarantee]

"I promise I am the humblest of winners," he said, his solemn tone likely suspicious since he wasn't even trying to hide the smirk on his face. He held out the pool cue he had toward her. "I'll even let you go first."

[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

[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."

[capable_of]

"I do. Are you offering?"

Lex met the man's eye contact and smirked slightly. He was dressed warmly in one of Anatoly's cast off Soviet Russian military coats, with the hat already stuffed in his pocket, as he'd just poked his head into the rec room to see if said Russian was there.

Since Anatoly wasn't and Lex didn't really need to find, he figured he could play a game or two if the man was willing. Maybe he'd actually have another decent opponent rather then just Trixia.

[wingerguarantee]

"No I was just setting this up to watch someone else play," he joked, his tone dry. Sizing him up, Jeff had a feeling he knew what he was doing, which was good. He liked a challenge. Holding out the cue he had, he said, "Yeah, I'm definitely offering."

[capable_of]

"I've seen stranger things on this island." Lex said still with a smirk as he walked into the room properly and started to remove the heavy military coat.

"But another pool player is a welcome one." He threw the coat over a nearby chair and took the offered cue.

[wingerguarantee]

"I'm sure you have," he said with a roll of his eyes, not at him but at the island. Just looking outside at the snow was proof of that statement. After grabbing the other cue, he motioned to the table. "You can break."

It was less a nice gesture and more a fast way to see how good he was.

[dreaming_cowboy]

"The balls go in the holes, right?" Spike says.

The first rule of pool is let the other guy think you don't know what the rules of pool are. Actually, maybe that's more of a general life philosophy: Be underestimated.

[wingerguarantee]

Jeff brow lifted briefly toward the stranger, the motion barely perceptible. He had a good eye at reading people, and he was getting a bullshit vibe that moment. He couldn't prove it, but it was something he was going to keep in mind.

"That's the gist of it," he replied with a smirk. Whether or not he was lying, he still wanted someone to play against. "Interested in a game?"

[dreaming_cowboy]

"Why not," Spike says, ambling over and idly picking up a cue. "Rack 'em up. ...if that's what they call it."

[wingerguarantee]

"Yeah, that's what they call it," he replied, at that point thinking it was a pretty good guess the guy was at least somewhat competent. The game might actually turn out interesting. After taking away the rack and putting it aside, he motioned to the table. "You can do the break shot. Which means you hit the white ball at the other balls, in case you don't know what that means."

[getemtiger]

"Not really," Mary Jane answered, letting out a short, almost self-conscious laugh when she realized she was the one being spoken to. Still, she headed in the direction of the pool table anyway. Her search for something decent to watch at the bookshelf had proven fruitless, and with all the noise of the rec room, it wasn't as if she was going to get anything more productive done, any of her lines learned. "Why, you looking for a game?"

[wingerguarantee]

He'd just asked Kirsten Dunst to play pool. His day, which was hovering toward being just alright, had suddenly gotten a hell of a lot better. And yeah, he knew she wasn't the actual actress, but it was close enough.

"That's why I asked," he replied, shooting her a grin. "I promise I'll take it easy on you if you want to play."

[getemtiger]

"I guess I could give it a try," Mary Jane said, shoulders lifting in a shrug. There wasn't anything better she had to be doing; the rec room was crowded enough that there was no way she could get any work done on her lines, and she wasn't up for heading back through the snow just yet. "Just don't make fun if I'm too bad."

[wingerguarantee]

"I wouldn't dream of it," he promised, holding out the cue to her. He found himself still curious as to exactly who she was. "I'm Jeff, by the way. I don't think we've met."