5733/Tuesday at Josie's

Tuesday at Josie's
Date of Scene:	07 November 2018
Location:	Josie's Bar, Hell's Kitchen, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Carrie Kelley, Sabretooth

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Carrie Kelley has posed:
A fake ID could get you into all the right places in New York City. In this case, the right place was the entirely wrong sort of place for someone of Carrie's age to be. She'd followed a lead to locate a known informant but ... so far that lead wasn't panning out very well. At the least it allowed her to brush up on her pool game. There was a beer on the edge of the table near where she played. It sat there but so far was just sitting untouched. If anything it had gone flat already. Drawing back her pool cue she takes careful aim and sinks her shot with one smooth motion.

Sabretooth has posed:
    The door to the bar opens and a rush of cool November night air follows the large man that enters. He has to duck his head as he walks through the door. He is dressed in jeans and a tshirt, but no coat surprisingly. He walks over to the bar and nods to the older woman behind. "Whiskey, Josie. Canadian." His voice is gruff as if not used that often and certainly not in a polite manner. As the glass is set in front of him, he looks around the bar and sees the pool game going on. He picks up the glass and heads in that direction.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
A small shiver runs over Carrie from the chill of the open door. A breif glance is cast up toward the man that enters before she tears her gaze away quickly to look back at her table. That wasn't who she was looking for and judging by that breif look at him, he was not someone she was in any shape to mess with. Not that she was here to start trouble. Blowing a puff of breath to knock her bangs out of her eyes she continues to regard the solo game she was playing while stepping around the table to try and find a better way to line up a difficult shot. The cue was in the center of the table, but the striped ball she wanted to hit was at such an angle that she ends up having to rise up on her toes... stretch... and scratch from over-reaching. "Shit." The ball slowly spins toward the end of the table closer to where Victor approaches.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor chuckles softly as he approaches and gently taps his knuckles against the edge of the pool table. "Doesn't look like you wanted to do that." As he smiles, there is the flash of his sharp teeth. The regulars there at the bar seem to recognize the man and give him a wide bearth so he almost parts the seas as he walks. "Tired of shooting all by yourself? Not much of a challenge from the look of it. Or maybe too much." He chuckles again with little mirth really in the sound.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley stands up straight again blowing that errant strand of hair from her face once more to get a better glance at him. The teeth were just a little unnerving. "I don't get to practice much," she explains with a rolling shrug. "But sure. I'm up for a real game. Provided you don't accidentally step on me or anything," she adds with a bit of a grin at her tease. Or maybe she was making fun of her own height which wasn't that great to begin with. Compared to him? She was more than petite.

Sabretooth has posed:
    "I'm usually pretty good about where I put my feet," Victor says with a bit of hangman's gallows humor in his voice. He walks over to the wall and selects a stick. He rolls it in his hand back and forth before turning back towards Carrie. "You want to rack them or should I let you finish embarassing yourself with the first game?" Granted, he hasn't taken a shot so talking an awful lot of crap here at the beginning. He rests the stick against the pool table as he fishes in his pants. He pulls out a rubberband which he uses to pull his long hair back out of his own face.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Good to know," Carrie responds with another quiet chuckle. "No, I think I've had my share of embarassing myself for the night. I'll rack them. I know how to do that much at least." She leans her stick against the table only to crouch and scoop out what few balls she'd managed to sink from the return to roll ontop of the table toward the end. Once done, the rack is grabbed to start filling up with a quick shuffle of stripes and solids. "I'll let you break. I get the feeling you're probably better at that than I am. I'm Carrie, by the way."

Sabretooth has posed:
    "Victor," he says with a nod as he watches Carrie rack the balls. He leans on the pool stick next to him as he does. "I might have played a few more games than you have." He waits until she has the balls set and then walks around the table dragging his fingers over the felt as if to get a feel for it. He makes his way to the front of the table, grabbing up the cue ball, and setting down. He leans over with the stick, taking aim with a few practice strokes, and then shoots. The wall ball crashes into the colored ones with a crack as the balls bounce this way and that. The 4 ball sinks.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley stands back from the table to watch. Her own cue is held in one hand leaning against it idly. It was nearly as tall as she was even though it was one of the smaller sticks she could have chosen. While he sizes up the table to make his shot she watches with keen interest both in what he was doing, and... Well. There was something almost animalistic about the way he moved. It was hard not to watch. A low whistle comes as four ball is sunk, and her head shakes with a rueful grin. "Just a few, huh? I guess I had that coming to me." Idly she reaches out to snag her long forgotten beer to lift it to her lips for a sip... Which she quickly backs away from with a grimace looking down into the glass with a cinkle of her nose realising it was flat. Or at least pretending to realize it was flat. Sighing she sets it aside again giving a gesture toward him to continue. "Nice shot."

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor smiles and nods. "Thanks." He goes to take a sip of his own whiskey when he sees the face Carrie makes at her drink. Even if he knew it was a fake ID that had gotten her in there, Victor is not a big believer in "nonsense" rules as he sees them. "You need another drink, Frail?" he asks before leaning over to take another shot. He aims for the 7, but it bounces off the edge of the hole and doesn't go in. He shakes his head and mutters, "Guess I am a bit out of practice too."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Nah," Carrie responds with a slight shake of her head. "It wasn't that great anyway. It's worse flat," she adds with a wry grin, and a little shrug. "Thanks though." A light tilt of her head comes when he misses sinking the seven by cause of bouncing. "Could have been worse. Could have flown off the table and across the room. Not that I now from experience or anything," she adds jokingly. Moving around the table again she comes up to where the cueball settled to lean forward, and aim for the 14. A deep breath is drawn, and held, before she draws back the stick and shoots it forward. There's a pleasant crack of impact as the balls knock together sending the 14 rebounding off the nearest side only to angle into the pocket across from it. "I'm better with throwing things than hitting them but I think the aiming part is mostly the same."

Sabretooth has posed:
    "We will have to do a game of darts next time as a rematch then," Victor says with a chuckle. He leans on a stool, watching her aim and shoot. He looks to be almost sizing her up. Not as prey, but to determine if she is a predator playing the sheep or really a sheep. He takes another sip of his whiskey as he watches the 14 sink. He nods and raises his glass. "Not bad as long as that is what you were planning, of course."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley gives a rather warm laugh once darts is mentioned. A look is cast toward the old beat up dart board here thoughtfully. "That I'll probably kick your ass at." Which only stated she assumed she wasn't going to get very far with this. As she gets more into the game she finds herself relaxing more than she ought to. She was supposed to be here working. Waiting, and watching for someone. Instead she moves around the table to line up her next shot. "Of course I was intending it. That's my story and I'm sticking to it." Another deep breath before her shot and the cueball clunks into the 9 sending it for a corner pocket. It sinks... but not before glancing off the 1 ball which rolls, and rolls, and teeters into the other pocket. "... That on the other hand... I didn't mean."

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor taps the butt of the pool stick against the ground a couple times as a round of applause and offers another chuckle. He gets up from the bar stool and stalks his way over towards the table. He walks down one end and around the corner. His eyes move from ball to ball as he makes the calculations in his head of how he wants it to go. Finally, he leans over the table and becomes quite still. Finally, the stick begins to move back and forth slowly until he suddenly shoots. The cue ball is sent rolling over the felt to strike the 15 which strikes the 3. The 15 stops dead but the force goes to the three and into the side pocket. "I look forward to that game then," he says with a chuckle.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
It's while he takes that shot that the door opens again letting in that crisp breeze from the chilly night air outside. The man that walks in looks as if he's seen better days. Rough around the edges, a bit strung out, and already tapping a pack of cigarettes against his palm in spite of having one caught between his lips he'd yet to finish.

Carrie's eyes skim over toward him with a sudden keen interest that she manages to hide behind the fall of her hair while leaning on her pool stick. The crack of balls draws her attention back to the table to regard where things had ended up. "Okay, I haven't quite mastered that one yet," she admits with a tip of her head toward him along with another grin. Shifting her weight back onto her heels she leans against a stool just idly twirling her stick between her hands while waiting for her turn to come around again. If it does at all.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor lifts his head slightly and sniffs at the air as the door opens behind him. New smell of bad booze and bad cigarettes. Nothing that Josie would sell. He moves as if he is looking at the pool table, but as he leans over, he is obviously looking at the new arrival. He smells.....off. He isn't quite paying attention to the game so as he shoots at the 6, it rolls towards the hole, but doesn't fall in. He stands up and shakes his head. "Not my night apparently," he says in a distracted tone.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley rolls her weight forward toward the table when he misses again. "Went too soft that time," she has to admit with a nod. "Lucky for me I guess." Rather than line up right away she reaches for the small cube of blue chalk to roll over the tip of her cuestick a. It gives a little blue tint to her fingers but more importantly buys her time to consider her shot. Or more importantly the guy who was currently moving up to the bar to lean over and whisper to Josie about something or another. Probably hitting her up for a drink.

But for someone with a nose that could tell he didn't just smell of bad booze and cheap cigarettes. There as the underlying metallic scent of gunpowder, and glycerine.

Carrie leans over the table keeping her head low to aim. The angle she was at it did allow her to keep an eye on the man though while not seeming as if she were watching. She'd had a bit of practice in hiding her intentions after all. A shot is taken, and she manages to slow-roll a ball toward the far end of the table. Not quite toward where she intended. "Your bad luck must be rubbing off."

Sabretooth has posed:
    "Looks that way." Victor's tone is a bit more guarded down almost as if he had hackles and they were raised. He doesn't like the look of the man especially since he is a stranger here in the bar. He leans over the pool table once more, keeping track of hte man with his nose rather than his eyes at the moment. He shoots and the 1 ball goes down into the pocket. He stands up straight and nods to Carrie as he circles the table once more.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
It doesn't seem as if the man is staying long at least. Josie gives him a shake of her head, and the man just looks annoyed as he pushes away from the bar to head back for the door out. His appearance here was short lived at least.

This is where Carrie's posture shifts as she moves to lean her stick against the stool she kept circling back to. "Been fun, Vic, but I've got to go. Getting a bit late for me. Good game," she offers with a grin, and a dip of her head toward him. It's not until the door swings shut behind the man that she actually steps away from the table stuffing her hands into her pockets as she strides for the door casually, yet with purpose. Someone was getting followed that's for sure.