Fast Eddie's Friday Evening

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John entered the place Dean had handwavily suggested to meet up at. He caught sight of the pool tables and smiled as he figured out why Dean had sounded so eager. It had been a long time since they'd played together and it was obvious this was Dean's way of asking for a game.

Chuckling to himself, John went and got himself a beer then claimed one of the tables, setting up the balls and taking shots as he waited for his boys to show up.

[ooc: John's here for saltandammo and psychic_wonder, but feel free to use for all your bowling and pool playing needs.]

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At a pool table...

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After the angel's class, Aziraphale had come back to the apartment where he and Wilson had spent a quiet afternoon. Quiet enough that evening found them both a little awake and restless. Over dinner they discussed options, the possibility of a movie, except the cinima seemed to work on it's own schedule, nothing regular. Caritas was discussed but while Phale could enjoy a pint, Wilson was on non-alcoholic until he could get off the pain pills.

So on a whim they decided to go down to Fast Eddie's and check out the possibility of playing a game. Standing in the doorway, there was a brief discussion about billiardspool vs bowling. Wilson's right arm was still strapped against his body, wrapped up in the heavy bandages but he was left handed so bowling was always possible but the way Phale's eyes lit up at the green velvet of the billiard's table made their decision for them.

"Billiards." Wilson insisted and before Phale could dither, he headed for a free table. "Pay for the evening and go ahead and get yourself a beer, love. Bring me a cola with lemon, please."

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With a soft chuckle, Aziraphale nodded and took care of paying their fee and fetching the drinks. He really had been craving a pint, and not the sort you had from a bottle on your couch. Wasn't the same, and he gave the NPC barrista a bright smile.

"I had no idea you shot billiards, love," he said, setting their drinks close at hand. "Are you certain about this?"

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As he'd been waiting for Phale to pay and get the rack of balls, Wilson had been testing out different cues.

"Well, it's been awhile and I don't know how well I'll be able to play a whole came one handed but I used to do one handed trick shots for cash when in medical school and through my residency."

Grinning at the angel as he hefted a cue and decided it felt right, Wilson shrugged.

"Beer money basically. But you're going to have to make the breaks."

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"Played guitar and did trick shots? You were quite a hustler in your youth."

Aziraphale grinned and set up the table, then chose his own cue. "I don't really know how to play this game very well. Really, it's been ages. And you do know this isn't really how you play billiards. This is the American version of it."

But Crowley had always said the angel was stuck in the fifties, and one thing they did alot of was shoot pool. He broke and put the three in the side pocket. "That makes me smalls then," he added, with another grin for the young doctor.

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"I call them solids." Wilson said, just as a matter of one of those wee bits of stray information that has no real point other than to share.

Manuvering himself up onto the tall pool stool next to the table, Wilson waited for Phale to line up his next shot.

"Did you play a lot? Back in the 50s?"

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"I...don't know that I'd say I played a lot. Now and again. Not just in the fifties, you know, that's just when I learned to play it your way. Before that it was billiards the way we do it in England. Very civilized game."

Aziraphale banked the seven off the side and put it in the corner pocket, but missed his next shot. Stepping back from the table, he picked up his beer and smiled at Wilson.

"Your turn, love. Why do ask if I played specifically in the fifties?"

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Slipping down off the chair, Wilson walked around the table thoughtfully, looking for a good shot.

"Hmm? Oh, no reason. Just you mentioned that Crowley is always saying you're stuck in the 50s and I just wondered if there was some connection to that decade and your billiard's playing, pleasure."

Finding a shot on the 11, Wilson set about lining up the cue and getting a good balance with his hand. It had been a decade...err...maybe closer to two decades since he'd tried this and when he finally struck the cue ball he put too much power into the motion of his hand and the two balls collided too hard, missing the pocket.

"Damn."

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Aziraphale frowned sympathetically, although he was impressed that the young doctor was able to line up properly one-handed, despite over-shooting. He stepped past and brushed a kiss to Wilson's cheek, before lining up his own shot on the four.

"Well...I suppose I did rather stay put in that decade for a while. Crowley was always on me about being thirty years out of date no matter what decade it was, but really I just was usually reluctant to let go of times I particularly enjoyed."

The four went in, but so did the cue ball, and the angel scowled at it before fishing the ball out and handing it over to Wilson.

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Taking the ball, Wilson again scoped out the table and then set up a line he felt would give him a good shot on the 12.

"You, reluctant about change?" He teased gently, flashing his lover a delighted look before leaning back to take this shot. This time, with the aid of the prior shot and being able to set the cue ball, he was able to sink the ball.

"WooHoo!"

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Aziraphale laughed at his lover's exclamation, and saluted the shot with his beer.

"Lovely job, James. I suppose I'll have to start cheating now," he teased in return. Just to illustrate his point, all of the balls on the table gave a little wiggle, although they stayed perfectly in position.

"In fact, that was part of the reading Nadia did for me today. A warning about being stuck in a rut and unwilling to change old ways. That and she told me I needed to embrace a 'professional person proficient in his field. And, er, do something for myself."

Which, in fact, he was doing at that moment, he felt.

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Well, except for the embrace part but they could do that later!

"Thank you!" Wilson said with a gleeful smile and then began to draw a line on the 15 ball.

He eyed the balls as they gave their happy little wriggles, then pointed the cue at the angel with a playful smirk. "Stop that, you."

"Nadia did a reading for you today? How did that go?" The oncologist asked curiously as he leaned down to make his shot. This time, he hit too soft and it rolled up to the very lip of the pocket, then...hung there...laughing at him.

"Rassafrakkinball."

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The ball hovered....and hovered...and then, as if finally making up its mind, if fell into the pocket.

Really. All by itself.

Aziraphale hid a smile in his beer, and then nodded at Wilson's question. "Yes, she's paired with Phoebe you see, and so I asked her if she wanted to read for me instead. She has a touch of real talent, I'd say. Her reading was actually quite good."

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Uh huh...Wilson eyed the angel but decided not to say anything cause he had this absolutely beautiful shot on the 13 now!

"That reminds me...I think I asked you last night and... I think you told me but... where is Phoebe?"

He had been seriously looped the night before and was lucky to remember what music they had been listening too before bed.

[likethegun]

Sam followed Dean inside, and looked around, nudging him when he saw their dad at one of the pool tables. "Looks like he's made himself right at home," he said, smirking.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "Told you this was a good idea," he said to his brother, leading the way over to where their Dad was.

"Looking for someone to play?" he asked when they got to the table.

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John looked up from the table to see both his boys standing there, Sammy smirking and Dean wearing a shiteating grin that couldn't help but pull an answering smile from him. "You offering?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Might be," Dean replied in his most casual tone, though he couldn't stop himself grinning. "Depends on what the stakes are."

[likethegun]

Sam rolled his eyes at the both of them, and laughed. "Of course, there have to be stakes."

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"Damn straight!" Dean agreed, grinning at his brother. "Othewise, where's the challenge?"

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John chuckled. "What do you suggest then?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I dunno," Dean said, shrugging and glancing at Sam. "Doubling our school allowances?"

[likethegun]

Sam perked up a little at that, and nodded. "I like the sound of that."

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John raised an eyebrow. "And if you lose? What are you wagering?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Uh," Dean looked at his brother. "What do you think?"

[likethegun]

Sam tried to think of something that wouldn't be much trouble or effort for him and Dean, but he knew those ideas would probably get shot down. "I don't know. What do you think would be fair?" he asked cautiously.