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fast eddie's | early evening | saturday | december 19

Even though Alex's break week had started back on Wednesday, it still felt like it was official once the weekend started. To celebrate, he'd slept late, eaten something unhealthy for breakfast and lazed away the hours (all the while thankfully avoiding any mistletoe while Griff was in the room) until he actually realized he had something planned.

So, having already downed half his beer (he was celebrating, after all), Alex was leaning over the pool table and lining up a shot. It was easy enough but his concentration was off or the table was tilted or something and he flubbed the shot, shaking the cue ball off the side.

That just meant he ended up cursing under his breath and deciding that downing the rest of his beer was a good way to make himself feel better. He had great coping skills.

[possibly expecting someone but open place in town is open]

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"Losing your touch?"

For once, Effy was actually all layered up and somewhat dressed for the weather. Right up to a scarf around her neck and gloves that she was tucking into the pockets of her usual leather jacket as she made her way towards him. Look, there was snow, and she did know how not to freeze completely. Really!

"One bad shot," he said, turning around at the sound of her voice and leaning back against the pool table. "You look like an Eskimo."

"Fucking freezing out, in case you hadn't noticed." Because he was really going to miss all that snow as he walked out here. "Prefer to avoid frostbite."

"I'm used to cold winters," he said and shrugged, still looking amused at her bundled up state. "They don't really bother me. Give me a coat and I'm good."

Pushing off the table, he wandered a little closer and said, "You, on the other hand, look like you're expecting a blizzard."

Effy rolled her eyes and tugged her scarf a bit looser. "We don't much get cold enough for snow back home. When it actually does, it doesn't stick."

Rain and plain old miserable grey days? Oh yeah. Lots. Snow was a bit of a rarity, and winters over here were definitely that step more severe.

"Aww, I can keep you warm," he teased, finding that getting under her skin was still just as fun as it always had been. He did reach for one end of her scarf to either help her or hinder her. One or the other.

"Don't you like the eskimo look so much?" It did involve a few more obstacles when it came to taking things off, which it did come to a lot with them.

But then again, right at this moment, he was being a bit of an obstacle, sneaking in to hold onto her scarf.

"It's not a bad look for you," he said, giving her scarf a little tug for no good reason. "You look like a giant, fluffy teddy bear."

No, she didn't but like he cared about that. It was fun to tease. "Or maybe you just look out of your element."

"Second one." Funnily enough. "I do not look like a teddy bear," she said, running her own fingers down that scarf to where he was holding the end. It was a little close to telling her she was cute, and she was pretty sure he'd done that on purpose.

Of course he'd done that on purpose. He knew she'd argue and he could enjoy himself at her continued attempts to tell him she wasn't cute. It hadn't gotten old yet.

"You do," he said, nodding and keeping his hold on her scarf. "A very British teddy bear. It's a good look for you. Very...cute as a button."

"And you're so very annoying." Because yes, it was obvious he was doing it to get to her, but she was getting used to that by now and stepped a little closer anyway. Way she said it, it was almost affectionate. As much as saying anything like that could be, anyway "You know that?"

Pretty sure he did.

Alex grinned down at her, making no apologies for his inherent ability to annoy. It was a lost art, one he'd perfected over many years.

"I know that," he confirmed, shrugging easily. "It just makes me more attractive, I think. After all, who can resist all this annoyance in such a pretty package?'

Pretty sure she couldn't. At least, he liked to think not.

So far, she hadn't found a good reason to try resisting him, and at this moment, couldn't think of one. Close enough to his suspicions that she suspected he'd take it, and be insufferably smug if she admitted anything like that.

"Sure you'll find one eventually." ... Okay, maybe there had been some admission, if not outright, in there.

Oh, he'd take it and he was going to take that opportunity right there and push her a little, see if she'd give. If she did, all the better for him. If not, well, he'd still gotten something.

"Maybe I have." He gave that scarf another tug. "Have I?"

"I don't know why you're asking me," she said, glancing down at his hands. Whatever, he was going to be all smug either way. "Already know I'm attracted to you." Like she knew if he'd found anyone who wasn't into that.

Instead of pushing any further, he decided he'd take that little admission (known or not) and let go of her scarf so she could finally get out of it even if the bundled up look was nice.

"Want me to get you something to drink?" he asked, reaching for his almost empty bottle. "Or want the rest of mine?

He was so polite and giving. Holiday season and all.

"Think I'll leave that to you," she said of his beer, finally getting that scarf from around her neck and leaving it on the side of the pool table he'd been using. Warm enough in here, that she didn't really want to be wearing it now.

"Could go for a JD and coke, though." A little more girly, she'd admit, but beer had never been her drink of choice.

"You're missing out," he teased, finishing his beer before pushing away from the pool table to dutifully go get the drinks.

"But, I'll be nice and go get the drinks anyway," he said, handing her his pool cue before brushing past her and towards the snack area.

"See if I can't get them to add an umbrella to yours," he threw over his shoulder with a laugh.

[no worries! i was in bed soon thereafter! sleep is good!]

"Better be a pink one," Effy tossed back as he wandered off.

She shook her head, taking the cue to entertain herself with a shot or two while he was gone. If she was going to play, might as well get a warm up in. Wouldn't do to jump straight in while he was there, just in case.

A few minutes later, he did come back with her drink (complete with a pink umbrella) and a drink of his own. His was manlier, that was for definite.

"That afraid of losing?" he asked when he came upon the practicing. "Must think you're really gonna get spanked."

Sort of dirty. Sort of.

Please, this was Alex, there was no doubt in her mind he'd had dirty on the brain when he worded it like that. "Just keeping myself busy," Effy replied, straightening up and moving around towards him.

"Sweet," she remarked, spinning that umbrella idly. "Do follow orders well, don't you?"

He always had dirty on the brain. It was an affliction he gladly lived with. No one had complained yet.

"When I want to," he said, taking a few drinks from his bottle and shrugging. "Why? Think you could use that to your advantage?"

"Think I already have," she noted, grinning and picking her umbrella out before she sipped the drink he'd brought her. Not complaining too much, as cutesy as that umbrella was.

"Yeah, yeah, take advantage of my decent mood," he said, rolling his eyes and reaching to take his pool cue back. "You got lucky."

He settled his bottle so he could rack the balls before leaning his elbows on the table and peering across at her. "Wanna play for stakes or wanna play for fun?"

"Can't be both?" Effy wondered, leaning her own hip against the table to watch him. In her world, stakes were fun.

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