Extrication

[Brian]

Tim takes a few casual glances while picking out a cue.  The nearest group is four people at two tables.  Three of them are wearing thick leather jackets, all have very short hair.  The one without a leather jacket is the one female, and she's wearing a denim coat, buttoned up all the way.  All are wearing sturdy jeans, and all look worn.

The lone practicing man glances at Tim as his gaze wanders in that direction, and then back to his table.  He's got a cue that doesn't match the simple wood and laquer style of the house-set; it looks custom.  The man's also very good.  Not perfect, but only rarely does he miss, and he doesn't seem to scratch at all.

[Halbarad]

Tim returns his concentration to the table he shares with Daniel, although he does pay attention to the other man peripherally as he continues to play. If coincidence is really out the window... well, best not to ignore something that seems out of place.

[Ebiris]

Daniel concentrates on the pool as best he can, although he's pretty bad. While it is tempting to order a beer or two to improve things, he forces himself not to in case it affects his suddenly very important precognitive powers.

[Carthrat]

In the intrests of being social, and the fact thatTim and Daniel look like they may be... some time, Tom decides to do head over to the lone man playing pool.

"Hey, buddy. Fancy a game?" he asks, jocularly.

[Brian]

He raises an eyebrow, and glances for a moment at Sterling.  "Sure," he says, nodding.  "You want to put money on it?"

[Carthrat]

"I have some cash," comments Tom, rummaging in his pockets and slapping down ten bucks.

[Brian]

He snorts at the bill.  "Alright," he says.  "Eight ball, or nine?"

[Carthrat]

"Eight," replies Tom, rolling his eyes. What, bet more than that on an assured loss? Fat chance.

[Brian]

"Right," he says, quickly racking the balls and setting them in formation.  "You can break."

[Carthrat]

Tom lines up, taking careful aim. He holds the pool cue in the manner he was taught- that was wrong.

He sends the cueball flying... off the table.

"....eheheh!" he comments, scooting off to get it.

[Brian]

The guy expertly snags the ball out of the air before it can land, and raises an eyebrow.  "Try again?" he asks, rolling it across the table towards Tom.

[Halbarad]

Tim glances up as the man catches the ball. Damn good reflexes - he'd be hard pressed to catch a ball like that if he was expecting it to fly. Shaking his head slightly, he grins over at the shooter.

"Nice shot," he calls over to Tom with a smirk before returning his attention to his own game.

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, ok," mumbles Tom, embarassed.

A repeat of the previous shot takes place, complete with Tom considering stabbing himself with the cue.

Man, I used to be able to break, at least.

[Brian]

The man sighs, and shakes his head.  "My break," he says, walking around the table.  He lines up the shot, and as he's leaning over low to the table, quietly asks, "You're with Sterling?"

[Carthrat]

"That's the one," replies Tom, all set to lean back and watch the guy win the game.