"'Dat's really da best you can do?" Well, he didn't have terrible form, but his pool-shooting skills definitely left something to be desired. Shae dismissed the idea that his new companion might be some sort of hustler; he seemed far too transparent for that. In fact, there was nothing playful in his demeanor so far...he just seemed annoyed.
Again, Shae could work with that.
"How 'bout I strike a deal wit' you, Cap," he offered, retrieving his own cue and setting the drink on the lip of the pool table beside him, practically daring the other man to make a grab for it. He brushed the chalky blue cube against the tip of the cue, running on autopilot for a few moments as he looked past his current conquest to scan the rest of the bar. Sure, he welcomed a pleasant diversion as much as the next guy, but he was technically here on business.
"I' trade you yo' drink fo' yo' name." With one easy, fluid motion, Shae leaned down and took his shot, making a clean break that sent two of the solids scurrying into separate corner pockets. "Low balls." He took his next shot and missed intentionally, not bothering to call anything since he assumed it was probably beyond his opponent's abilities.
"Don' come here often, do you?" It wasn't actually a question.