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"Daaaaang, Summers, I didn't know you kicked ass!", says Evan, suitably impressed, as Scott stares across the table at Logan, who only raises an eyebrow in return.
"Yeah, well, I haven't played in years.", the tall man says, brushing it off with a light laugh, reaching in with long fingers to pull the pool balls nearest him out, rolling towards the opposite end of the table, where the que has been set up again.
"I didn'n know y' played at all, homme.", says Remy, and his voice is amused and taunting; a challenge, for which Logan resignedly hands over his pool stick - in lieu of using his now-free hand to grab a beer from the kitchen, for which none of them are surprised.
"I haven't played since -- actually, I don't really remember. I don't think we've had a pool table in here since before I came...", Scott replies, looking a little surprised and slightly amused at that fact. Of everything not to have, it is surprising that someone like Xavier never obtained a pool table for his students and staff.
Although he tried to brush it off, Scott supposed that muscle memory couldn't be helped - he and Remy played, and played again; ending, finally, in a tie, to be continued whenever Scott supposed that the other mutant wasn't off chasing after Rogues' skirts. (Or gloves, as the case may be.)
"Daaaaang, Summers, I didn't know you kicked ass!", says Evan, suitably impressed, as Scott stares across the table at Logan, who only raises an eyebrow in return.
"Yeah, well, I haven't played in years.", the tall man says, brushing it off with a light laugh, reaching in with long fingers to pull the pool balls nearest him out, rolling towards the opposite end of the table, where the que has been set up again.
"I didn'n know y' played at all, homme.", says Remy, and his voice is amused and taunting; a challenge, for which Logan resiegnedly hands over his pool stick - in lieu of using his now-free hand to grab a beer from the kitchen, for which none of them are surprised.
"I haven't played since -- actually, I don't really remember. I don't think we've had a pool table in here since before I came...", Scott replies, looking a little surprised and slightly amused at that fact. Of everything not to have, it is surprising that someone like Xavier never obtained a pool table for his students and staff.
Although he tried to brush it off, Scott supposed that muscle memory couldn't be helped - he and Remy played, and played again; ending, finally, in a tie, to be continued whenever Scott supposed that the other mutant wasn't off chasing after Rogues' skirts. (Or gloves, as the case may be.)
Corner Pocket
Chapter One
"Daaaaang, Summers, I didn't know you kicked ass!", says Evan, suitably impressed, as Scott stares across the table at Logan, who only raises an eyebrow in return.
"Yeah, well, I haven't played in years.", the tall man says, brushing it off with a light laugh, reaching in with long fingers to pull the pool balls nearest him out, rolling towards the opposite end of the table, where the que has been set up again.
"I didn'n know y' played at all, homme.", says Remy, and his voice is amused and taunting; a challenge, for which Logan resignedly hands over his pool stick - in lieu of using his now-free hand to grab a beer from the kitchen, for which none of them are surprised.
"I haven't played since -- actually, I don't really remember. I don't think we've had a pool table in here since before I came...", Scott replies, looking a little surprised and slightly amused at that fact. Of everything not to have, it is surprising that someone like Xavier never obtained a pool table for his students and staff.
Although he tried to brush it off, Scott supposed that muscle memory couldn't be helped - he and Remy played, and played again; ending, finally, in a tie, to be continued whenever Scott supposed that the other mutant wasn't off chasing after Rogues' skirts. (Or gloves, as the case may be.)
"Daaaaang, Summers, I didn't know you kicked ass!", says Evan, suitably impressed, as Scott stares across the table at Logan, who only raises an eyebrow in return.
"Yeah, well, I haven't played in years.", the tall man says, brushing it off with a light laugh, reaching in with long fingers to pull the pool balls nearest him out, rolling towards the opposite end of the table, where the que has been set up again.
"I didn'n know y' played at all, homme.", says Remy, and his voice is amused and taunting; a challenge, for which Logan resiegnedly hands over his pool stick - in lieu of using his now-free hand to grab a beer from the kitchen, for which none of them are surprised.
"I haven't played since -- actually, I don't really remember. I don't think we've had a pool table in here since before I came...", Scott replies, looking a little surprised and slightly amused at that fact. Of everything not to have, it is surprising that someone like Xavier never obtained a pool table for his students and staff.
Although he tried to brush it off, Scott supposed that muscle memory couldn't be helped - he and Remy played, and played again; ending, finally, in a tie, to be continued whenever Scott supposed that the other mutant wasn't off chasing after Rogues' skirts. (Or gloves, as the case may be.)
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