Re: Chris/Daniel/June/Kal - 8:30 p.m., by the pool table
"Baby doll, you know I cook a mean kalua pig. Or at least kuku does." He grabbed a cue and used it to point at Chris, an eyebrow raising dangerously. "And it's a traditional wrap you asshole. Don't hate, either, it's good to let my abs breathe."
He smirked and snatched the pool cue away, bending down low to focus on decimating Chris's chances. Whoever else won, he didn't care, but he was determined to make Chris suffer. "Here goes nothing," he muttered as he angled the cue and after a moment's pause, made a quick jab with it that artfully sent his designated billiard balls just where he wanted to go.
Standing up straight, he grinned at Chris. "And now that I'm winning, I think I'll steal June's idea and say you owe me home-cooked meals for a week."