Ryan didn't like playing pool. He didn't like playing anything with people he didn't know, mostly because it almost always ended in a "disagreement", which was the same to say someone - usually not himself - ended up beaten or on fire. He didn't mind watching, though, especially when there was a gorgeous chick wearing daisy dukes hustling half the boys in there. It was funny, because he had watched enough to realize she'd been hustling, or at the very least on a winning streak. But probably hustling, judging by how hard she played the sex kitten card to boot. Ryan could probably stand to play her ten times and be no worse for the wear, but there was that thing where they needed to lay low on the money front until the heat came off from their last great job. A drag, that's what it was. They were filthy rich and couldn't do anything about it.
When the lady bent over the table it was like an entire gang of owls had suddenly entered the bar, judging by all the 'ooooh' sounds - Ryan hadn't kept quiet either, but he had whistled instead. Hopping off his stool Ryan approached the woman with a smirk. "I am feeling pretty lucky actually, so I thought I'd try and see if you'd buy me a drink?" Like fuck he was going to play. It wasn't about the money but he wasn't too keen on being mocked by all these strangers either. Because that, again, usually ended in someone being beaten or set on fire.