11179/Taking a break

Taking a break
Date of Scene:	11 March 2020
Location:	Harry's Hideaway (Bar), Salem Centre
Synopsis:	Remy and Nick meet and Nick ends up losing out on some money
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Gambit

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
With it being early in the traditional work week, and not having the horrors attributed to MONDAY. Tuesday nights are not really busy nights. It's even apparent at Harry's. Save for the few persons drinking at the bar, the lone person tending the bar (Hi Harry!), the front of the bar is pretty scarce.

A little ways away from the bar, a certain raven lands, moves over to the shadows, and shifts to form. Nick was nearing the end of his practice and felt a need to rest up before flying back. From the air this place looked promising so he might as well check it out. Considering how he came in, he is without knitcap for today, the short hair and small beard providing his head the only source of warmth for the time being... Which is perfectly fine. It is actually a pleasant temperature out. Giving a sigh, he makes his way to the front door of the establishment.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau was already in the bar. It'd been a long day for the Cajun, not hard but long, and he was taking a break before he had to go back and grade a small stack of French papers. He acknowledges the new man as he walks in, taking a long slow drink of his cold beer. "New face, yah from 'round 'ere mon ami?

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Well, the bar may be near empty but he's already being greeted. That's a good sign, yes? The musician gives a slight smile, before walking over to the bar to seek out a Gui- Oh the hell with it. Mike's been seeing other beers already. Might as well go with the Murphy's.

He looks over to Remy, "I feel I should be asking you that." Mike replies, "But, No I don't live around here." He leans against the bar, not quite committing to a seat yet as he considers the greeting, "So- too Southern sounding for it to be Canadian... New Orleans?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy grins just a little bit, "Give de man a cigar." He says with a bit of a smirk. "Remy LeBeau," the Cajun offers his hand to the other man, taking a sip of his beer. "It's a fair poin', been a while since Ah came in 'ere. But Ah got some free time an' t'ought maybe be nice ta spend it in a place where teenagers can' get ta me, yah know?" After a second he adds "Ah'm a teacher at a private school not far from 'ere."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick takes the offered hand, "Nick Drago." He replies back. As he listens to Remy explain what he does for a living he gives a slight tilt of the head, "Xavier's?"

He looks back to the bar as his drink is set down, hand reaching in to his pocket to pull out the money to pay for it right there.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods his agreement. "Xavier's." he confirms with an easy smile, though he shifts slightly in case the other man intends to make something of it. "Nick Drago... Ah know dat name... Didn' yah get knocked out by Rocky in de 80's?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Oh, no. That would by my much older very much misunderstood, distant cousin." Nick replies, giving a shake of the head. He sets the bills down, sliding it over for it to be collected before looking back to Remy, "Poor Ivan was disappointed. But he got over it."

He lifts up his beer, "Even did a little time at MIT." He gives a slight smirk before bringing the glass to his lips.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit, his eyes crinkling with amusement behind his dark sunglasses. "Ahh, mah mistake." He says with a chuckle, ordering himself another beer and glancing over at the pool table. "Yah play den Nick? No one give me a good game in weeks, and give me a chance ta 'venge de honor of Apollo in mah own small way." he grins, "Ah mean as 'e was yah cousin an' all, non?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick's head turns, looking to the direction Remy is looking, "I haven't played pool in-" He pauses, "Well I can't guarantee it'll be a good game but, if your desire for honoring Apollo's memory is that strong, who am I to say no? Just whatever you do, don't take it out on the beer. It hasn't hurt anyone."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs amused and walks over to the table, inserting the quarters and setting the balls free. "Wanna call it a dollah a ball?" he asks with a wolfish smile as he quickly begins racking the balls into the triangle and spining it away with grace. "Even let yah break...comrad." he adds with a grin.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick follows Remy into the room and upon the stated wager, eyes Remy, and then eyes the table. "I'm starting to regret this decision already," He replies with the shake of a head.

He looks back at Remy, "Teacher, huh?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a little bit and nods. "Ah teach French an' run a club on male etiquette." he says amused as he selects two of the straight-ish cues from the rack and offers one to the musician. "Ah rack 'em, yah smack 'em."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
At Xavier's no less...

He tilts his head upwards in thought, doing a quick calculation of what cash he has left. "Alright. Two games." He gives in, taking the offered stick, looking to the tip.

"One with the stakes stated, the second, loser buys winner a repeat of what they ordered before we came in here."

Is Nick planning to get a free drink out of this? Eh. Probably not. But its been awhile since he's played.

With a lift of the hand, releasing his grip slightly, the stick slides up a little before he grasps down again. "Fair enough?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins just a little bit, shrugging and nodding slightly, "Sounds fair ta me. Jus' a friendly game aftah all, non?" he asks with a bit of amusement in his tone. He rubs a bit of the chalk on the webbing between his thumb and pointer finger. He takes a sip of his beer and lets the other man take his shot.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick shakes his head, smiling a bit as he looks to the triangle of balls positioned tight together, glancing to the placement before walking to the other side of the table, hand taking the cue ball with him, setting it just a little off center. Stick in hand, he leans forward, lining up his shot.

KAKARACK!

The formation breaks apart, dispersing the balls about the table with one of the stripes coming perilously close to the corner pocket near Nick. But no luck going in. He gives a slight hiss, stepping back. Waving his hand to the table for Remy.

And so starts the loss of Nick's money...

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau chuckles a bit and lines up on that ball hovering in the corner. Remy taps a rail, the ball, then another rail bringing the cue in line with another striped ball. "So what do yah do Nick, if yah don' mind mah asking?" he asks dropping the 14 as well and lining up on the 12.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
With Remy controling the table, Nick stepped back to sip his beer, watching the game.

"Performing arts mainly." Nick answers, painting the job description with a broad stroke.

Pale eyes study the table as the balls continue dropping in. Well, if it's any consolation, Nick does tend to favor solids anyways. So. There is that, "How long have you been playing pool?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins slightly, "Woul' yah believe it's mah first game?" he asks in a tone that clearly suggests that if he /did/ believe it, Remy has a bridge he'd like to sell him. The 12 ball hit's the corner cushions and does that annoying thing where it rattles back and forth about 20 times but doesn't fall in. The Cajun scowls slightly and shrugs, "Since long as Ah could remember. Least as long as Ah could see ovah de table."