"Natural skills?" Cappie scoffed, pulling himself onto a stool, the beer held loosely in a hand between his legs. "It's not exactly like you haven't had plenty of time to practice." Cappie had no idea when pool was invented in its current form but he honestly wouldn't be surprised if Roman told him he used to be buddies with the guy who first came up with the idea.
Cappie held up his hands in mock surrender when Roman floated the idea of a challenge. "No thanks. I much prefer it when I'm the one doing the hustling," he admitted. He'd been know to frequently pull much the same stunt as Roman just had in his many misspent nights at Dopplers and he agreed that the look of realisation dawning on the face of his target was at least half of what made it fun.
"You know, you'd get on with my ex-girlfriend. She got me good once." A little smile crossed Cappie's face when he thought back about the night when Casey had played him at his own game, pretending she was still terrible at pool when, actually, she'd spent the year they'd spent apart getting really good. She'd had him all but beaten but then she'd intentionally scratched at the last minute, letting him win the bet. He'd had really, really good terms...
Clearing his throat, Cappie dragged his attention back to the room and the conversation, ignoring the little niggle of guilt he felt in the pit of his stomach - the same one he got whenever he thought romantically about Casey instead of Em, especially since all the business with their future children. Cappie took a long drink from his beer bottle, trying to wash it away. Although they'd both been trying to pretend it hadn't, Madison turning up had put a strain on his and Em's relationship. Just the knowledge that, in some version of the future, Cappie would go back to Casey had made Cappie feel very guilty, mainly because he couldn't deny that it was entirely possible. He loved Em, he did, but what he'd had with Casey was unique and she would always hold a special place in his heart. Could his and Em's relationship survive it? He hoped so.
Jesus, where was a good strip club lunch buffet when you needed one?!