The grin on her face curled wickedly, though she allowed a modicum of hurt to slip through as he sunk 10 points more than her. "OK, Danny boy. You don't look Irish, though, and I'd offer to put a little in you but I didn't pack any of my strap ons for this trip." She squatted down, took a longer swig of her drink before collecting another ball. Squeezing one eye shut as though this would help her coordination, Theo chucked the ball again. Against all odds, it somehow struck true in the 50 point hole, nestling perfectly into the piping and thunking hard down into the black. Theo pumped a fist into the air.
"OK bean pole. I'm sure I can figure this out eventually, or I'm totally fine making an ass of myself in the process. Your turn."