Cyclops was right and he wishes he wasn't (cyclopswasright) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-02 02:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bucky barnes (winter soldier), faith lehane, scott summers (cyclops) |
"Bar attacks involving little people?"
Who: Scott, Bucky and Faith
What: Pool sharking
When: Two days ago!
Where: Faith's bar
Status: Complete!
Rating: PG-13 for Bucky getting beat
Scott watched the cue ball go into the corner pocket, and groaned, "I scratched another one. I really am rusty." He gave his opponent a smile, leaning on his stick as the man sunk two before missing the third.
His eyes narrowed as he examined the pool table, and the positioning of all the balls. Stripes were his. He leaned over, banking the cue ball, and striking one striped ball, sending it careening into another. The resulting chain reaction sunk three balls, and brought them even.
Quickly, he sunk two more balls, then gestured at a side pocket, "Eight ball, that pocket."
Plunk, and Scott Summers was three hundred dollars richer.
Faith watched the pool table smirking slightly as the one guy sharked the hell out of another. That was always fun to watch. And the guy wasn't half bad looking. In a clean-cut, All American Boy Scout kind of way. Might have a stick up his ass though. Or maybe not. Hard to tell from a distance.
She got a customer a beer and wiped up a spill before looking to see if anyone else stepped up to get suckered at the pool table.
It had started with Bucky and Steve not having the same time off. That had been what started Bucky thinking about how he really needed to meet other people and get a social life. No, an actual one. With like, other people involved in it. Well, besides the people he was meeting at work anyway. Not like a lot of health professionals were going to ask each other about hitting bars at work anyway. They'd GO sure, but...it didn't make great workplace conversation, that was for sure. Anyway, there was a Bucky hanging around now, watching the pool, drinking, and getting to that stage of things where crazy ideas seem possible. ...Again, it was totally the fault of the people who scheduled this shit.
Counting out his money, Scotty set aside most in a money clip before inserting it in his wallet - it was never a good idea to bet everything. Set aside some winnings, keep going for more with the rest, and you'll always come out ahead. Yes. Money clip.
He dropped another fifty cents in the table and released the balls, thinking one more game for a night and he'll be set for the week. Maybe a little more, if he was smart about it. His drink of choice was light on alcohol, while still resembling something harder. Pool was as much a psych game as a strategy game.
"Any other takers?"
Faith wondered if anyone would take the guy up on the offer. Probably someone would. She didn't want the show to end just yet.
Bucky considered, then, he was striding over. Hey, why not? The environment made him feel confident or something. "I'm up for it." he commented, giving Scott a little nod while doing it.
"Standard 8-ball rules," Scott said, nodding at the man. "You can break if you want. What'll you have to drink? And what do you want to wager?"
This was gonna be good, Faith thought to herself.
"Sounds like a plan." And Bucky had had a thing for vintage cocktails for a brief while now. This was what happened when you started watching Mad Men, or something. You came up with weird cravings for stuff nobody in their right mind knew how to make. Except here, apparently. "Zombie," he declared, like an idiot who was probably going to soon be a little too drunk to really play at all. Easy prey? Oh yes he was. "Depends." he said to the second part of the question. "What's your standard, cause I'll top that bet a little."
"Lets start at fifty and see where it goes," Scott replied, signaling Faith. "A zombie for my friend here, ma'am." He took a moment to study Bucky. The way he stood, the way he walked and moved. Movement could tell a lot about a person, "My name is Scott."
"On it!" Faith called. She grinned and started work on the drink. Coctktails were fun. Once the drink was done, she headed over to the pool table. "One zombie."
"Fifty'll work for now." Bucky decided, "And I'm Bucky," And was pretty overconfident apparently, a side that tended to stay hidden most of the time. Alcohol and Bucky made for crazy decisions apparently. And the confidence was displayed even more as Faith got a grin and wink. "Looks great." He said, with a nod.
Scott maintained a stony expression as Bucky accepted the drink. He sipped at his own drink lightly, and waited for the man to break, "If you knock stripes and solids in at the same time, they're both still up for grabs." Helpful!
Faith winked back at Bucky. "You fellas mind if I watch? Until some one calls me back to the bar, of course." Which hopefully would not be too soon.
"Well that's just fine with me." Bucky grinned and then actually went ahead with the business of breaking, and then pocketing, which, okay, so the pocketing bit didn't actually happen but it was close. At least nothing was a complete foul yet, he figured, right. "Damn." he commented, shaking his head a little. Ah well. Could've been worse .
Scott stared at the table for a moment, then glanced at Faith as if to say 'oh the poor, poor soul.' He sank two solids before missing the third, "You're up. Stripes are yours. You don't want to get the solids in, that only helps me and you give up your turn." He didn't need to explain not sinking the eight-ball early, did he?
Faith grinned. This was goin to be fun to watch.
Oh come on. Bucky wasn't that bad, just a little rusty. Luckily, he saw a decent angle he could work from, and actually wasn't drunk enough that he screwed anything up as he pocketed two of his own. "See?" he joked easily. "I'm not a complete idiot after all." He knew he'd looked it at first so, yeah. Felt like it should be said.
Scott actually cracked a grin. Go Bucky! He shook his head and took aim at one of the solids. He banked it into a pocket, then quickly racked up two more. He didn't see a shot he could make, so hit the ball into a position designed to mess up most of Bucky's shots.
Ooh. Smart move, Boy Scout Shark. Faith cast a glance at the bar, just to make sure she wasn't needed back yet.
Well damn. Bucky studied the position everything was in, and decided that maybe the confidence he had been feeling had been kind of overdone. Was there a way around it? Probably, but he wasn't exactly good enough to see it right away. So he'd take a minute, survey what they had, then try to angle for...Well shit. Looked like Scott got a little help there, didn't it?
"Thanks, I needed that." Scott needed two balls, then the eight ball. Bucky still needed five and the eight ball. He lined up his shot, sinking one, then stepped around the table. He was suddenly glad he was only going to take Bucky for fifty. This one was a trick shot, bouncing the cue ball over one of Bucky's stripes and sinking the #2 blue ball into a pocket. He pointed at a corner pocket, tapping his cue stick against it, "Eight ball." He lined up the shot, and in it went!
Faith managed not to laugh. "Nice."
"Well, damn." Bucky was more impressed than anything. "That's like gravity defying, seriously." He'd just gotten sharked, but somehow he didn't exactly MIND.
Scott picked up the fifty, then looked at it. He then waved the money in the air, "Tell you what, I'll buy us a couple rounds of drinks."
"Awesome." Faith grinned. "Great way to end a game."
"Definitely awesome." Bucky grinned too. Best being hustled ever.
Scott nodded, "I'll take a rum and coke, and Bucky can have whatever he wants." He smiled at Faith, "If you can drink on the job, pour yourself something."
"Nah, can't drink on the job, but thanks for the offer." Faith gave Scott a wink and fixed his rum and Coke.
Bucky opted to stick with what he had for now, because he apparently enjoyed not being able to walk, or well, maybe because he hadn't noriced the effects just yet. They'd probably creep up later. "So." he said, turning to Scott. "Hang out here often? I'm...pretty new in town and have a shitty social life so being somewhere that I know people's a plus."
"My social life is pretty nonexistent," He replied, walking up to the bar and sitting on a stool, accepting the rum and coke gratefully. "Thanks."
"No prob." Faith gave Scott a wink.
"Mine too, actually. I know a sole total of one person all that well, so." Bucky shrugged. "Pretty pathetic at the moment." That, and well, he was starting to get a work reputation as kind of bossy. It went well with what they did but didn't give him much in the way of making other friends. .
"What do you do for a living?" Scott sipped at his drink. Simple, but strong enough to do the trick.
Faith got another couple of patrons drinks and continued to eavesdrop on the pool players.
"I'm an EMT. Bucky actually was using a straw, which probably meant that any second now he'd be falling and drooling all over the place, and looking like he needed to rescue himself. But for now, everything was good. "You? Well, besides the pool thing." He added with a smirk.
Scott smiled, "I collect a tiny little disability pnsion from the army, but thats about it at the moment. An EMT, see anything interesting lately?"
Bingo, Boy Scout was an army guy. And the other guy was an EMT. Not bad. Faith wiped up a spill and told another patron that no, he could not have any more tequila.
"Interesting, let's see..." Bucky considered. "Not so much since I moved here. There've been crazy stories from the last couple months though. Apparently an army of..." he went for politically correct, "Little people have been involved in a string of bar attacks for one. That was the weirdest."
"But baaaaby.." the drunk flopped over the bar, "Jusss...jus one..one more....!"
"Bar attacks involving little people?" Scott raised an eyebrow, "that sounds a little..farfetched. Though I suppose anyone can form a gang." He looked around, wondering if a group of midgets would suddenly descend from on high.
"Cuttin' you off now, sorry." Faith grinned at the drunk and caught the eye of one of the bouncers. Just in case the guy needed ejecting and a cab.
"I was wondering if they were screwing with the new guy, but..." Bucky shook his head, "Then I found the police blotter. Seems to have calmed down now at least."
"That sounds..." Scotty trailed off as the drunk tried to swipe for more booze. Or a boob grab. Possibly both. Scott moved around the pool table, and hit the cut ball, bouncing it right across the bar and smacking the drunk in the back of the head, "Oops. As I was saying, that sounds odd."
Faith blinked. Huh. Boy Scout had moves. And wasn't quite as uptight as she'd thought. "Nice one."
That? Got a little clap from Bucky, and a nod. Really nice, yeah. "It's a weird town." he commented, shaking his head a little. "Or it's coming off that way." And this was the kid from NEW YORK talking, so that? Probably saying something.
"Most towns are a little wierd, one way or another." Scott returned to the bar, picking up his drink and downing it in one go, "At least if you judge by the net."
"The 'net's kind of weird, yeah," Faith said.
"Yeah." Bucky agreed, shaking his head. "I don't remember either of you being around for the week we had to tell the whole entire truth for one. I'm not sure if that was some weird mass hallucination suggestion thing or what but...I learned so much I wish I hadn't."
Scott's lips thinned out as he gained a not amused expression, "I'm glad I missed that."
Faith raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, not bummed about not being around for that."
"So incredibly bizarre" Bucky shook his head and sipped his drink. "Let's just hope we all don't, I don't know, wake up convinced we're in Glee someday and end up singing everywhere we go." Horror.
Scott didn't laugh, in fact he looekd vaguely horrified, "On that note, I think I should get out of here, before I spend more of my hard won money."
Faith laughed. "Nice meetin' ya, Army Boy. I'm Faith."
"Good idea." Bucky grinned. "Thanks by the way."
"Nice meeting you both. You're welcome." Scott paid Faith, and then headed out the door.