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Fast Eddie's, Monday after classes

Okay, for anyone who knew Bruce - who really knew Bruce rather than the friendly facade he put on - the fact that he tried to convince somebody to take a couple hours having fun probably sounded ridiculous and insane. Until maybe they found out he was talking to a girl and that he was referring to spending time with him. That probably sounded more like Bruce.

But that was why he was at Fast Eddie's this afternoon, taking practice shots at a pool table while he waited. He hadn't actually played pool in a while, so he figured he'd shake off any potential rust first. Not that there was much rust, since pool was nothing but geometry, physics, and hitting things with a stick, which were all things Bruce used in his daily life even without playing pool anyway.

He wasn't trying any trick shots, though. That would be showing off.

[OOC: Bruce is here primarily for that girl that he talked about doing this thing with. Fast Eddie's is here for other people to play certain games involving balls and hitting things.]

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There might have been a ~~way~~ rougher than necessary spar the other night, but Jocelyn had used an iratze or two to take care of the damage so instead of bruises and a majorly injured wrist, she had a few more silvery scars on her chest.

She'd come to Fast Eddies dressed more casually than the usual prep school uniform of a plaid skirt and blouse she wore to classes and was looking forward to the proposed 'fun.'

"You weren't kidding about playing well, huh," she said lightly, giving him a smile as she approached the table.

"I'm not a big kidder," Bruce said, returning the smile as he looked up. "I'll do it occasionally, but not with games. You said you already know how to play?"

"Games are too serious for it?" Jocelyn asked, amused at the comment. "I know enough not to scratch at least." She knew a little more, but come on, cute boy offering to teach her.

"I just like people to know what they're dealing with," Bruce said, bringing a cue over that he figured would be just about right for Jocelyn. Like a gentlemen would. A gentleman in a pool hall. "That's why I'll never brag about my skill at miniature golf. I have to keep expectations down there."

"If I ever meet someone who brags about skill at miniature golf, I'm turning around instantly," Jocelyn decided, taking the cue and checking it to make sure it was still in good condition. "People have to have better hobbies than hitting balls at miniature clowns."

"Unless they really hate miniature clowns," Bruce reasoned as he racked the balls ~~not dirty... they barely know each other~~. "But that's an entirely different issue."

Once the balls were neatly racked, Bruce stepped away from the table and said, "Ladies first. Let's see how good you are."

"Then they should take it out on actual miniature clowns and not plaster ones," she pointed out, standing back to let him work with the very clean balls.

Jocelyn stepped up, feeling at home with the challenge. "At least you'll see how well I break."

The break was well-done if nothing exceptional and a striped ball found its way to the pocket. "Acceptable?" she checked.

"Looked good to me," Bruce said. "And no scratch. You weren't kidding either." Of course, she set the bar much lower than Bruce tended to.

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Games weren't important enough to have a high bar for. There was fighting and there was painting. Those were the things that counted.

"I never kid about games," Jocelyn replied, glancing over at him as she teased him. She set up another shot and missed the pocket by a few centimeters. Making a face, she stood back and asked lightly, "that the last time I get to shoot?"

"You'll get another chance," Bruce said. "I'm not that good." Well, he could be. But only if there was macho pride or the need to utterly destroy someone at their own game on the line. He toned it way down for pretty girls. Because otherwise people would think he was a lunatic.

He spotted a good shot on the two ball and started to line it up. "You're fairly new to the school, right? I don't remember you being around before I took off for half the summer."

Didn't people think he was a lunatic anyway?

"Just the summer," she agreed, moving to be able to watch his shot from a better angle. "I kept mostly to myself all summer. Until I got lectured about 'making the most of my opportunities' the other week. So you're not newish anymore?"

Not in Fandom. Unless they knew him before Fandom....

Bruce sank the two ball easily and started to look for his next shot. A striped ball was in the way of another solid, so he'd have to bounce his shot off the rail across the table first. But nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? "I've been here a couple years now. It still doesn't seem that long, though. Time flies."

His aim off the rail was a little off and he ended up tapping the stripped ball away from the pocket. So at least it wasn't a disaster. "Your turn."

"I hope so," she admitted. "Got any advice for it?

Jocelyn wrinkled her nose as her ball got knocked back. "You know. That shot could've helped someone at least," she said lightly, deciding to change angles and move behind him to shoot the same striped ball into a different pocket.

"Sorry, I was trying to line you up for that shot," Bruce said. "Advice for Fandom... I guess the main thing is learn how to adapt quickly and try not to freak out when something weird happens. That seems to be harder if you come from a quote-unquote 'normal' world." Naturally.

"Thank you then," she said, flashing him a grin. She studied the table for another shot, moving around it again. "It's still plenty confusing if you don't." Speaking for herself at least. "Nothing reacts the way you think it will."

Which had her rotating her left wrist as she leaned down to set up the shot and reminded herself just how badly she'd underestimated that Cara.

"It still trips me up every now and then," Bruce said. "But you get used to it and hopefully you make it through without too much embarrassment." Or injury. Or lasting effects of being a monster. "There's that, and it can help to have a support system in case things go too far off the rails. That's probably the best advice I can offer."

On the flip side, embarrassment would require someone to not be completely convinced of their superiority.

"Sounds like good advice," Jocelyn admitted. She glanced towards him. "I'm glad I'm getting to know people." Taking the shot, Jocelyn shook her head as it went wide and knocked a solid ball into a pocket. "Have a free ball."

"After that shot, I'm glad you're getting to know me," Bruce joked before lining up a bank shot that sent another solid in easily."But see? Wasting a little bit of time on something fun isn't so bad. You're even learning things at the same time."

She laughed, rolling her eyes at herself. "Only one freebie," she teased. "Even if it's an easy way of getting to know someone." Jocelyn nodded agreement, twirling the cue easily. "And if we run into vampires, we already have the stakes."

"You do know that there are vampires in the school and on the island, right?" Bruce checked. "Not the kind that casually murder people for food, that is. More progressive vampires."

"That's pretty normal for my world," Jocelyn admitted. "If vampires feed from humans, we get to hunt them. It's the Law." She smiled. "And I've met Caroline, but I don't know of any others."

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"There are a couple others in town. If you hang around the bars, you'll meet them," Bruce said. He tried to tap a striped ball into a solid to knock it into a pocket, but he hit the cue ball a little too hard so the striped ball followed. "And there's one for you. So you actually had a head start on a lot of the students when you came here."

"Awww, my hero," she teased at the gift of a ball. Not dirty. "Yeah, I knew there was a Downworld. Unlike my roommate." She loked over at him. "What about you? When you came here?"

"Somebody at the airport knew a future version of myself and I saw people walk through portals from other worlds," Bruce said. "At that point, it was either adjust my world view or think I'm psychotic. I know I'm not psychotic, so I was able to get on board with the rest of the strangeness quickly enough."

"Not psychotic just flexible?" Jocelyn asked, her lips curving into a smile.

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