He avoided spending too much time at Summerview. He would admit it. He had no issue with the fact that he was still adjusting. He liked the people well enough, obviously, but he had grown up in a world very mundane. And he liked his job in Atlantic City. It felt like home to him. The pacing of life, the churlishness of the people he interacted with at the corner stores and delis. It was a sweet reminder of the piss-warm reception that New Bedford gave him. There was a charm to it all. Probably influenced his unique forms of affection more than the man would want to admit. An affection that transferred so easily to Grandma Scales with her bo staff of ball-wrecking. It was nice to have someone who expected nothing of him. Nothing of overt value, that is. There was not a hint of her taking his comments seriously or the wrong way. Or expecting him to do much more than simply be the usual loud mouth. It was nice.
"I am a fucking gift," Nuno countered immediately with an accusing finger pointed at her. He kept moving toward his target when she made a comment about his dick. The man gave a short laugh and and flipped her off as he turned to face her. "Hey, now, just because my manhood is laughably under utilized does not mean I won't notice it's missing. I do have to piss now and then, you know." There was no point in denying the truth. He never saw the need to puff up and defend his conquests, especially when they were so lacking. Waste of energy for him.
In the lull of the moment, he watched her hands deftly set up the balls and shook his head. So much obsession over rules when they were hardly playing for more than her sadistic need to beat the shit out of him. "I'll have you know these hands-" he lifted them both while holding the pool cue between his feet "-Are quite skilled, thank you very much" But he was also well aware that she had no heat in the comment. His feathers were only slightly ruffled as he knew for a fact he had wonderful dexterity. It was a distinct lack of caring that became his downfall in many things.
"Hey, fuck you, I'm adorable." He shot back before taking another drink. He slid out of the chair and strolled over. With the table ready he hummed thoughtfully. "Right, so. Oldest breaks first which means..." he pointed to himself then ever so slowly turned his hand to point to Jay with a puckish grin. He inhaled with a hiss and exhaled with a long, "Ooooooo," before giggling and gesturing that the table was all hers.