Her quip so delighted Daniel that he literally applauded it. He was still laughing when her score blew past his own. He didn't entirely think she was joking, but he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, either. Facing down an indefinite extrajudicial imprisonment made such extracurricular activities seem all the more appealing. He shrugged, stepping back up to the edge of his designated machine.
"Eventually," he echoed. He plucked a second ball from the feed. "I kinda feel like I'm getting taken for a ride here. I think that first one was just to throw me off." He cast a sidelong glance to her, all suspicious squinting and furrowed brow. "And 'bean pole' is also not the nickname." He threw the ball with more force than before; it bounced off the rim of the 100-point hole, then again off the 10 before sinking into the 30 again. "I'm on a roll," he muttered. "The wrong kind." He bent down for his drink, downing the rest in a single long gulp.