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*racking a set of billard balls*

[watches from the corner for a moment before speaking up]

Need a partner?

*glances over*

Sure, if you want.

[Nods and moves over to the wall to pick up a cue and some chalk, heading over to join her at the table]

You any good?

I've been playing since I was fifteen. I know how to play.

Figured that.

[Walks around the table, eyeing the racked balls before lifting his gaze to meet hers with a small smile.]

Ladies first.

Well, there's something about cops and pool halls that's traditional. *sets up to break and spends a moment studying things before taking a shot and sinking one striped on the break*

*don't ask why he's there - he won't tell* Whatcha doin'?

*looks a little surprised to see him*

I'm playing pool.

*blinks, frowns* What's that?

It's a game. You try to get all the balls into the pockets on the table using the white cue ball.

Ohhhh...show me?

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