Theo's mouth had adopted a heavy pout as she picked up her second to last ball. In truth, she wasn't particularly competitive, at least not in these sorts of scenarios; and her expression screwed tightly into one of concentration as she tried her hardest to make these last two balls count. This time her effort paid off, rolling forward to sink it easily in the 30 point spot. Now only 10 points away, she arched a brow in his direction.
"Don't get too excited yet," she replied, picking up her glass and draining the rest of its contents. "I've still got my Lance Armstrong, and I'm gonna make it count. Besides, you sure you're gonna trust a new person in this house with your drink? Who knows what might happen."