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Fast Eddies, Monday after classes

Bruce got to Fast Eddies a little early to get a good feel for the pool tables. Was that cheating when he was going to play somebody who hadn't played much before? Of course not. It was good strategy, plain and simple.

But he also wanted to make sure that there was a good amount of noise in the place to cover the sound of any 'sensitive' subjects that might come up. It was the price of having a relatively normal conversation between two nosy but secretive people.

[OOC: Bruce is here for Ino, but Fast Eddies is open for all of your bowling or pool needs.]

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Totally cheating.

If she hadn't promised to talk a bit, and if he hadn't promised to talk a bit, Ino would've returned the favour and inflicted what Professor Devereaux was calling 'Fluffy' upon Bruce for the evening, just to see his reaction."

As it was, she slipped in exactly on time and exactly herself and paused for a moment to consider the venue.

She was... probably going to lose miserably, but it was loud enough that it wouldn't be a total loss.

"Yo," she said, slipping up to stand beside him nonchalantly. "Been waitin' long?"

"Just a few minutes," Bruce said, looking up from the table. "But I'm one of those people who likes to get places early, so I was ready for it."

"I like getting to places early too," she said, wrinkling her nose as she took in the table. "But it's a little harder when you're workin' right before meetin' up with someone."

"One of the joys of not having a job," Bruce said, shooting her a smug smile. "You said you have played before, right?"

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"A while ago," Ino chirped. "Wanna give me a refresher?"

That she didn't, entirely, need but shhh.

"It's simple enough," Bruce said. He then went into a very efficient three minute explanation and demonstration of the rules of eight ball. Showing such a precise explanation would only serve to lessen the impact.

"Any questions?"

"You ever thought 'bout teaching?" she asked, eyes bright and head reeling a bit.

"Not seriously," Bruce said. "I don't have enough patience to teach too many students at one time."

"In my world," she offered, "once we're considered to know the basics, we're put on teams and taught in groups of threes."

Which hurt to think of, in a way, and yet--a reminder.

"Really? That seems like a pretty reasonable way of going about it, actually," Bruce said. "What kind of things do you learn in those teams?"

"Depends on the team," she said, with a bit of a shrug. "On the teacher. On the students too--it's where we start finding our niche areas to work with in greater depth while keepin' a solid 'mount of work being done on the general areas."

"Not bad. Is it a small school, or do you just have a disproportionate number of teachers where you come from?" Bruce asked.

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"Combination of both," she said, twirling a bit of hair around one finger. "Never more than three groups of nine graduation at the same time and everyone of a certain level of expertise takes their turn with a team."

"Seems to make sense for a small school. What's your niche area?" Bruce asked, starting to set up the balls to start a new game.

"Can't you make a few guesses?" Ino asked, watching him carefully. Mostly because she wanted to pay attention to the game.

Yeah, Ino didn't believe that herself.

"That depends on exactly what kind of school we're talking about," Bruce said. "For now I'll play it safe and say either gardening or whatever it is that makes your mind your secret weapon."

"Want to break?" he asked, gesturing to the table.

"Why not?" she said, taking her time to pick a cue that felt right to her and chalking it carefully. "Your schools much like mine sound? Or more like here?"

As she carefully took sight and aim and--there. Game started.

Not a bad shot, though nothing spectacular either.

"This is the first traditional school I've been to in a while. I've spent the past few years with tutors and books with my guardian monitoring my progress," Bruce said. And then, for a small amount of actual sharing. "My last school was actually a dojo. That was one where I had to do my general education studying on my own."

"What sort of martial art did the dojo teach?" she asked curiously. "It's mostly kept separate in worlds like this, huh?"

"Yoru Sensei taught several ~~unnamed per canon~~ arts together, but his real focus was making sure his students had senses of dignity, honor, humility, and inner strength," Bruce said. "That's what helped me more than anything, and it's not something you get from your standard strip mall karate school."

"Now that I wouldn't know," she said easily. "That sort of thing is ingrained in our culture back home--we're fairly close to how the Japanese here are in a lot of ways."

"This school was in Japan. Probably not a huge surprise," Bruce said. "Based on the way you were asking about it, should I assume you know some martial arts?"

"I can hold my own," she said lightly. "Though I can't say how closely it compares to this world's styles."

"How modest are you being when you say you can hold your own?" Bruce asked.

She lifted her shoulders in a shrug.

"Fightin' straight on ain't my strongest point," she said slowly, "but I'm more than capable of defendin' myself long enough to either turn the situation into somethin' that uses my specialties or getting away."

There were many many ways to 'win' in her head after all. Getting away from someone trying to kill you totally counted.

"Your specialties?" Bruce asked. Yes, he was going to keep trying that point until she told him to knock it off, just in case.

Ino glanced at him, amused.

"Looking at me," she said, "what would you say I'm most suited for?"

Bruce took a good look at Ino and thought through the possibilities before arriving at what he felt was the most reasonable answer. "Being almost as good as me at brushing off direct questions?"

"Oh," Ino said lightly, "I don't know if I'm as good as all that. What's your specialty?"

"I don't have one," Bruce said. "I don't believe in limiting myself to one area when I could do a lot more than that."

It was a completely truthful answer that may have sounded a bit like a brush-off.

She eyed him.

"Can't have much of a social life in that case," she noted, not entirely certain she believed it, but adding it to her mental folder about him anyway.

"You'd be surprised. One of the things I've very good at is time management," Bruce said.

By which he meant that he didn't sleep much.

She wrinkled her nose a bit. "Think anyone with lots on their plate has almost got to be, no?"

[I need to crash for the night zomg. SP is shiny?]

"They'd better be, or their plate is going to be empty pretty quickly," Bruce agreed.

[Sure! FYI, I'll be afk most of tomorrow night, but I'll do what I can during the day, too.]

"Or they'll snap and have a breakdown of some sort," she said, making a face at that. "Fun times."

Only really really not.

[Thanks for the heads up! That's totally fine with me! Night!]

"If that happens, they shouldn't have been trying so much in the first place," Bruce said. "You have to know your limits."

"But to know your limits," she countered impishly, "you've first got to find them."

"But you have to do it in a reasonably measured process, otherwise you're making a breakdown more likely. Then you're not doing yourself or anyone else any good," Bruce said.

Bruce's definition of 'reasonably measured' for himself was, of course, pretty loose.

[OOC: Sorry, was out even later than anticipated.]

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