Entry tags:

!complete, scott lang (ant-man), steve rogers (captain america)

Who: Steve Rogers capsrogers & Scott Lang ruinsmoments
What: Random Run-In
When: Mid-October.
Where: Danny K's Billiards & Sports Bar
Rating/Warnings: Low.
Status: Closed/Completed GDoc

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Steve didn't drink that much, or that often, but there were days when a beer and good food were necessary. Today, was one such day, and to be honest nothing major had happened. It just felt like a good day for a beer, maybe some pool and definitely a burger that had more calories than he wanted to think about.

Besides, it wasn't as if this was his everyday life, so he felt that a little indulgence every once in a great while wasn't a bad thing.

He had a bottle of Bud in front of him, the order for his burger already taken, and his eyes were up on the television screen. Steve brought the bottle to his lips, taking a small pull from it before sitting it back down. Curiously Steve looked over his shoulder at the pool tables, watching a couple of guys play. There were still a few tables left, and Steve turned to look at a guy who was a few seats down from him.

"You up for a game of pool?" Steve didn't meet many strangers, and he honestly didn't see the harm in asking one if they wanted to play a game.

Scott also felt that sometimes you just needed a beer and a burger slathered with cheese. His life wasn’t particularly stressful, but he was living the bachelor life in Orange County and bachelors went to hang out at sports bars. Or at least this one did.

His own eyes were on the television, plate of practically finished food in front of him. He was in the middle of shoving a couple of fries into his mouth when the other guy at the bar spoke to him. Scott’s eyebrows went up and he chewed furiously, swallowing a bit before his food was ready, and he had to take a drink of his own beer to avoid an embarrassing coughing fit.

“Hmm?” Scott swiveled to look at the pool tables. He also looked around. It was embarrassing to think people were talking to you when they weren’t. “Oh. Yeah, sure. Why not?”

Steve figured that they could get in a game of pool before his food arrived, and even if they didn't? He could always tell them to hold it for him until they were finished. Steve took another swig of his beer, a small smile dancing on the corners of his lips. He'd been the victim of thinking someone was talking to him when they were not.

Steve had wanted to fall through the floor with how embarrassed he was during that incident. It'd been a long time since that had happened, but Steve could remember it like it was yesterday.

He turned on his stool, empty beer bottle left behind on the counter before he stuck his hand out to the other man. "Steve Rogers," couldn't forget his manners now could he, "nice to meet you." Steve truly did believe it was nice to meet most people, however, sometimes those people weren't exactly nice.

“Scott Lang.” Scott shook the offered hand, smiling, but also wondering what the hell was up with this guy. Seriously. He looked like a poster boy for pretty much everything ever. Scott felt a bit emasculated for a hot second. He finished off his drink and slipped off the stool, walking towards the free table.

“Now, I have to warn you,” he said as he racked up the balls, “that I’m a pretty mediocre player. So you’re in for the best okay game of your life.”

"Nice to meet you, Scott." He replied with a sharp nod of his head and then stood to go find himself a cue from the wall mounted rack.

Steve laughed, the sound deep as he finally found one that he could work with. "I'm looking forward to the best okay game of my life." Steve was a decent pool player, at least, so they would have some fun if nothing else. He grabbed the cue ball from the front slot and waited on Scott to finish racking up the balls.

Scott cracked a grin. He decided Steve was good people. And the more he looked at Steve, the more he got the impression that he was familiar, but Scott couldn’t really place it. He was sure he’d remember a guy that looked like that.

“It’s all yours, if you’d like the honors.” He stepped back, motioning to the neat arrangement of pool balls, waiting to be broken. Scott grabbed his own cue before leaning against an unused pool table next to them.

"I appreciate it." Steve moved toward the table, lining up the cue ball a little to the left of the racked balls. He took aim, pulled back the cue and with a crack the ball shot forward and hit the other balls. A solid went into one of the back pockets, causing Steve to smile as he straightened up. "Went better than I expected." He laughed, although where the cue ball had rolled to hadn't left him with much of a shot.

He tried, but unfortunately the solid he'd been aiming for bounced off the side and missed the pocket. "Your go man."

“Well, shit.” Scott scoffed, pushing off from the table to move and line up his shot. “I’m really glad we didn’t put money on this, because I can already tell you’re gonna kick my ass.” But he laughed anyway, and he sent the cue ball spinning. It knocked into one of the balls and started an unimpressive chain reaction that resulted in simply moving the balls around the table.

“Case in point.”

Laughing Steve cast a glance over at Scott, "Don't sell yourself short cause you never know what might happen." Steve had seen people come back from the most dire of situations in his life, and he was one to never back down from a challenge himself.

His eyes scanned the table in order to see if he could find a good shot, and after a few moments he lined one up, although the ball just bounced in and out of the hole before rolling back toward him. "Yeah, there's my case in point." He laughed, thoroughly enjoying himself.

“Your case in point was still way more impressive than mine. Just for the record.” But Scott’s grinning anyway. Funny how nights could turn out, wasn’t it? One minute you’re eating a burger by yourself and the next you’re getting schooled in pool by a beefed up guy next door. Orange County was definitely never boring.