12131/Why Is It Called 'Shooting The Breeze'

Why Is It Called 'Shooting The Breeze'
Date of Scene:	06 September 2020
Location:	Rec Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Sharing snacks and shooting some pool turns into shooting the breeze. Plans for Sunday dinners were made. Fun was had by all.
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Ted Gammage, Cannonball

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Nightingale has posed:
     It was only a day or two more till the new school term was due to begin. One would think that a student would be out and about, crawling the mall, or exploring the town with friends while they still had the extra freedom to do so. One student had their taste of freedom and was quite content for the moment to stay put right at the mansion. Shannon is hunched over the pool table, dressed in black leggings, black t-shirt with a large, pink sequined heart dead center, and barefoot for a change. She's set her phone down nearby, and it's blaring a rock 'n roll classic--'Barracuda'. She's lining up to break, shakin' what her mama gave her to the beat of the music. Somewhere nearby, a large tray of loaded nachos has been set down, well within reach for any who care to join her.

Ted Gammage has posed:
To be certain, that is a scene to walk in on. Ted lingers in the door a moment, trying to decide if he should make himself known or just slip out and go find something else to do. He's not staring. Too much. Right. He eventually does clear his throat and grins wryly at her style of playing pool. "Guessin' ya didn't feel like heading to town either," he says. He's dressed comfortably, t-shirt, jeans, sneakers that look like they've been properly broken in. He apparently has taken a liking to the school branded apperal, because this is the second t-shirt with the school emblem on it.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon straightens up as she hears someone clearing their throat nearby, turning a little bit rosy as she sees who it is. "Ted! Hey... no, I didn't. I go into town and trouble finds me." She smiles a little bit wryly, motioning to the pool table and the nachos. "Care to join in? Sucks playing solo."

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Less trouble in town fer me," Ted mentions "Jus'... people. Lots of um. " His nose wrinkles, "Also I tend to pull doors off if ah'm not careful." He steps in, walking in his usual, slow gait as he nears the table. "So ah guess that'd be a bit of trouble. Prolly tough t' insure me." He grins brightly, "Uh, ah can try to play. Haven't done it much in th' last several months but ah'm sure I won't put the cueball through a wall."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Could be a good way to practice control of your gifts," Shannon points out, smiling. "Sort of like you do with the guitar." Stepping back, she lets Ted in to select his cue, nudging the chalk over a bit closer to him. "Last time I went into town, I got ganged up on. Trying to talk my way out didn't do any good, and defending myself only made it worse. Lucky a non-mutant stepped in, or it could've gotten worse. But that was a couple months ago. I haven't gone to town much since." The nachos are too tempting a target, and she reaches over for a few of them, munching away. And making a bit of a mess with threads of cheese stretching out down her chin.

Ted Gammage has posed:
He just replies with a simple sound of agreement about her noting of practice with the gifts. He eventually selects one, and chalks it up a moment, turning just in time to see her messily dive into the nachos. Once more the wry smile returns and a brow quirks. He watches a few long moments before saying, "Got somethin' on yer chin."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon blushes and grins sheepishly, brushing the cheese from her chin and nibbling on it. "There's just no way to eat these neatly," she says, laughing. Settling back to watch, she motions with one wing extended in a gesture towards the pool table. "I hadn't broken yet. You want to do the honors?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking into the room, he has a leather folder under his arm. He looks over noticing the two others here offering them a nod in greeting as he moves to one of the comy chairs.

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Shore," Ted replies, still chuckling a bit, "An yer right. Plus who would eat um with like a fork and knife. That'd be goofy." He leans down, bending over the table slightly, lining his shot and breaks. To his credit its not too hard, just scatters the balls about for a few moments. Nothing really goes in, Ted's not a pool shark or anything. Still, nothing broke, so progress. He gestures to the table for Shannon to have a shot. As the newcomer wanders in, he waves, "'lo."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Big brother!" Shannon forgets about taking a shot at the pool table for a moment, bounding over to give Sam a great big hug. "Dang, I've missed ya!" She looks pleased as punch, wiggling about like a little kid at Christmas. "Ugh, don't tell me you brought work home with ya?" she asks, nodding towards the folder.

     Grinning back over at Ted, she bobs her head quickly, laughing. "Eating those with utensils would be sacrilege," she agrees. "Plenty of them to go around, if both of you would like some?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie chuckles and hugs her and says "Of course I did, gotta look over who all is going to play the club for the next two months and make sure we order the right amount of drinks and such, seems I may need to get a couple just ok bands to play to up the booze sells." He looks over to Ted, and says "Hey, how you doing?"

Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted chuckles, seeing the game on pause a few moments at least. He does steal a Nacho, one, and eats it as they talk a few moments, hopefully managing to not be too messy. He leans his weight lightly against the pool table and it slides a bit, so he quickly stands up again and pretends nothing happened. "Eh, y'know, m'jus'hangin' out. Occasionally watchin' someone dancin' to some real old songs."

Nightingale has posed:
     And it seems that Shannon can't quite stop dancing to said old song in question, doing a little twirling step as she moves back from Sam. Her wings flick and flutter behind her in time with the music, as if with a mind all their own. "Well heck, what if we tried getting a band together here? There's always karoke nights, too, I've seen a lot of orders on those. Open mic could work, too, give you a chance to find some new bands." She motions to the nachos, grinning. "And if those aren't on the menu, I could maybe drop the recipe to the line cook, since it pretty much just uses ingredients on hand there already? Wouldn't cost extra."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Not sure if you got the same recipe we do or not, but the ones at the club are pretty good, and if ya'll form a band here you know will let ya guys play on open mic night sometime. I try to help out any of the new talent and any of the folks here, so it is a win win situation

Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted's a bit unsure about all the talk of bands and recipes and clubs and whatnot, so he just grins a bit and tilts his head. "Mm, been to ah few places where karoke is a bad, bad idea," he notes with a chuckle. "Oof, drunk country is not a good look."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins at both gentlemen, dancing her way back over to the table, plucking a nacho from the plate to nibble on. And it's back to shakin' it as she leans over the pool table, lining up to take a shot. Nope, still nothing sunk into any of the pockets--except the cue ball! "Scheisse!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Gonna have Kurt wash ya mouth out kiddo." He jokes a bit and looks over to Ted and says "And don't forget every third song at country Karoke is All my rowdy friends." He jokes a bit to the other country boy.

Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted says "Oh, get ah person who thinks they do a good Johnny Cash. Ring of Fire is a terrible one." He tries to not watch Shannon shimmy about too much but then laughs softly as she swears in German. "Language," he teases. Squinting at the table a moment, he goes to take his shot. He manages to sink one ball, stripes, but misses the second shot. "Mm, not gonna lie," he muses, stealing another chip, "Never been good at this."

Nightingale has posed:
     "The heck? Don't tell me you speak German, too?" Shannon bursts out giggling, flushing lightly pink at being caught out using the finer points of the language. "Es tut mir Leid. And you're a better shot at pool than I am. At least you didn't sink the cue ball." She steps back to let Ted take another shot, grinning. "So what classes you got lined up for the term, Ted?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "With enough practice I am sure you can get pretty good, took me a while but when I started hitting things and bouncing off now and again, thought I should learn a bit more

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Speak German? Nah, Spanish, Creole, little bit of French. Ah jus' know what that word means is all." Ted is all grins, watching her get flustered is a little amusing. "Th' night is young," he notes when she mentions he hasn't sunk the cue ball. He manages another ball in before missing. Mostly just being luckily lined up with easier shots. "Just the usual. Math, Science, PE. Not sure what ah'm doing in PE." He winks. To Sam, he nods, "Oh ah suppose, jus' takes patience and I'm not always that patient."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Going for the core courses myself, adding in some botany with miss Munroe, some extra biology classes with Mr. McCoy, and keeping up dance and music with Alexis." Shannon wrinkles her nose, and grins wryly, leaning over to take a shot at one of the solids. This time, she actually sinks something, smiling and rather pleased with herself. "I think Alexis is harder on me than some of the others simply because she's going out with my adoptive big brother. Either that or she actually thinks I'm not too bad and worth working with." She shrugs, and laughs. "I'd be willing to bet more on the former."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "I believe there is supposed to be some pinching when you talk down about yourself." He smirks over to her, and looks over to Ted, "If there is anything I can do to help you find your place here let me know I was 16 when I came up here from Kentucky myself.

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Ah, thanks," Ted tells Sam. "'m tryin' a few things," he says, "So far so good." As Shannon makes a shot, he gives a little nod, "There y'go, just gotta get warmed up," he says with a light smile. "Ye'll probably wipe me out in no time.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Except I wasn't really talking bad about myself. Much." Shannon points out, chortling. "It was more saying Alexis just can't play favorites, so she pushes me that much harder. It pays off, trust me. Especially when it comes to bo staff lessons with Mr. LeBeau."

     Smiling over to Ted, she dips her head, motioning with one wing over in Sam's general direction. "He's pretty awesome that way. I was scared out of my mind coming here, and Sam was awesome about helping. Even wound up being sort of adopted. Ruddy awesome big brother, that one." She laughs, shaking her head and grinning at Ted. "Bah, you'll wipe me out, not the other way around."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Well I have a bit of practice in the whole big brother job." He jokes a bit. He does stand to walk to the mini bar, and gets himself someice tea. "Anyone want some?"

Ted Gammage has posed:
"I'm good," Ted tells Sam at the offer. He rubs his neck a little, "Admittedly, this is sorta the first place ah've lived that's not like... home, y'know? Same house m'whole life, now there's all these people. Oh, an' I don't haveta do chores as much, so wakin' up late... well that part's pretty nice," he notes with some amusement. He looks to Shannon again, "Ah don't know if I was scared, but it was somethin'. Just hard t'change when you've not dealt with it."

Nightingale has posed:
     "You speak my language, big brother!" Shannon chimes in, grinning at the prospect of some proper sweet iced tea. "Oh, are we betting on the World Series again this year?"

     Smiling over at Ted, she nods, perching on the edge of the pool table and combing her fingers back through her hair. "I went from really keeping to myself like at home, to being plopped down here. Was pretty shy for the first week." Rolling her eyes, a short laugh escapes her, and she shakes her head. "That pretty much got blown right out of the water when I ran smack into Cap coming out of the music store in Salem Center. It's pretty hard to stay shy when you get over the hurdle of meeting one of your heroes, and by some miracle not going all fangirl on them."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit to this and says "Well if your getting bored with the lack of chores, I am sure I could help you find some more chores." He jokes a bit, and walks over handing Shannon a glass of tea. He offers up and says "And if your want can probably get you my old job if ya want it Ted."

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Not bored," Ted says, "Its just different. Ah'm adjusting." His head cocks a little, "What was yer old job?" He ends up leaning against the table, much more lightly this time, close enough to Shannon to give her just a little nudge with his arm. "No kiddin'? Did he have his shield? Not ran into any of that level guys out there."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon shakes her head and chuckles. "No shield, he was in civvies. Damn near mowed him down. Think there might still be a dent in the sidewalk where my jaw dropped," she jokes, laughing. "Had no idea he plays guitar, too. Wound up looking up some difficult to find songs and transcribing them for him." She chortles, nudging Ted right back. "Mr. Stark wound up showing up, too. Definitely couldn't miss him in a crowd, will say that for sure."

     Smiling over at Sam, she tilts her head. "What was your old job again? I'm getting soooooooo old, my memory's like swiss cheese! Very smelly cheese!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie chuckles and says "I delivered pizzas for the place out of Salem center. It aint big money but it does give you a bit of spending cash.

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Oh, mm, maybe. Though ah got a bit of cash but yeah, lil' bit extra doesn't hurt.." Ted clucks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "I'll think 'bout it," he muses, rolling a shoulder. He then gives Shannon a quizzical look. "So y'got TWO Avengers there at the same time, mmm?" he muses, teasing her with a less-than-convinced tone, half-nudging again before just resting his arm by her in case she causes further nudging.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Ha, was a shocker to me too. But hey, they put their pants on one leg at a time, too, so you just smile, and try not to hide behind the wings." Rolling her eyes, Shannon grins sheepishly. "I failed miserably at that the minute Mr. Stark showed up. I couldn't believe he teased Cap about recruiting new Avengers without him there. There is no way in hell I'm anywhere near ready for the majors like that." She wrinkles her nose, and lets out a little sigh. "I am so far from ready it's not funny. But it won't stop me from trying, and learning. Meantime, I still want to stay on as a teacher, perhaps a doctor. If Mr. McCoy can do it, so can I."

     Grinning once more, she nudges Sam and Ted both. "Well heck, if you wind up going for that job, that'll save me sticking my neck out in town, maybe I won't get jumped again just going for some pizza."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "If your interested let me know I will put in a good word for you. " He tells Ted, and to Shannon he says "Stark may have guys who hold his pants so he can jump in them two feet at a time." He then puts a hand on Shannon's shoulder, "If I need to get you a stun gun let me know"

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Mmm, or he has pants that just sort of form around him after he gets out of bed. Nano-pants," Ted suggests, keeping the joke rolling a few seconds more. He glances at his watch, "Ah, I need to go for a bit," he says, "Thanks for the game," He tells Shannon, "And the offer. I'll think 'bout it."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon smiles at Ted and moves over to give him a hug, wings and all. "Good game. I still think you play better than I do." She holds on a moment if allowed, stepping back somewhat reluctantly in a minute or so.

     "Speaking of guns, big brother... why do they call talking 'shooting the breeze', if there's nothing being shot?" She giggles softly, shaking her head. "One of those weird things you wonder about late at night."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Your projecting ait out of your mouth so your shooting air out into the breeze." He says as if he did not just make it up.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Uh-huh. And I think you're pulling that out of somewhere other than thin air." Chuckling, Shannon leans over to give Sam a hug, sighing contently. "Really have missed you a lot. Sucks when life gets in the way, you know?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit and hugs her with one arm and says "Yea, but we have to keep on keeping on, learning how to handle life is what we all have to do."

Nightingale has posed:
     "KBO." Shannon says, cracking a wry, lopsided grin, and letting out a little sigh. "Keep Buggering On. Got to love Doctor Who." Smiling, she lifts her chin towards the kitchen, the pool game forgotten for now. "One of these days, we ought to get you, me, and Alexis in the kitchen, we each make our favorite dish, and have a little mini potluck."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "Well I think I would be fixing Alexis' she did not grow up having to cook much, She learned some when living a lone but think it was more susistance cooking." He hmms "Maybe start a family dinner once a month with all who want to come."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins wide at that thought. "That sounds like a great idea. I love it!" She all but hugs the stuffin's out of Sam, giggling. It seems she had missed family more than she let on, keeping things in too much yet again. "So... if you make the chicken, I can make a pretty good potato salad, and maybe both of us could work on something for Alexis? Or we could teach her a bit about cooking?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Well see which she wants to do and what she wants. I figure we can let others bring something or make like a sunday dinner for everyone, even if not on sunday"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Sounds like fun either way. Hmmm. If I remember, she's got roots in Italy somewhere, right? If you remember where, I could look for a recipe from the area and try making it for her? I mean, you get to spoil her all the time, but I don't have that pleasure very often."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and tells her the place, and actually what her grandmother cooked when they visited there.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon purses her lips in thought, crossing her arms. "It's a long shot, but do you think there's any chance at finagling that recipe from her grandma? It'd be nice to make a little taste of home for her."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "I will have to see if I can get ahold of her uncle, and see if he can get it for me, Grandma's english is about as good as my italian.