13868/A bit of day drinking and pool

A bit of day drinking and pool
Date of Scene:	09 October 2021
Location:	Harry's Hideaway (Bar), Salem Centre
Synopsis:	Played a couple of games and got a bit philosophical, did Henry and Remy
Cast of Characters:	Beast, Gambit

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Beast has posed:
The resumption of school always comes with a little bit of that ponderance of why exactly you agreed to teach in the first place. After a month, even Doctor McCoy needs an afternoon of unwinding with some assistance from a few cold ones. So what if it's early afternoon? He's been here a little while, had several burgers for lunch and now is playing pool with himself, until someone else decides to take up a cue.

You can blame Science (class) for this, probably. There might have been a small fire last week.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau meanwhile is thinking much the same thing. Of course for him it's French class... and the three different love letters very off limit's young girls have sent him. The one was rather hard to throw away he had to admit. The girl not only wrote it in perfect French, it was rather...creative. Still thrown it away he had and decided to come down to the bar to unwind. He smiles a bit as he see's Hank and nods. "Don' suppose yah up ta losing some money mon ami?" He asks in a joking tone holding up his own cue.

Beast has posed:
"Well, I'm not a gambling man, more a generous spirit, trapped in walking shagpile," Henry replies, gesturing at the bottles of beer emptied already. "Play for a round, if you like-- If I win, I buy a round, if you win, I buy a round. All in all, I think that's probably a win-win for you, eh?" He grins, racking up the balls and grabbing the chalk to tip the end of his own cue. "So how many are professing their undying love for your pretty self this year, anyway? I'm up two from last year on kids that seem to have a chemistry deathwish."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs a little bit at that and nods. "Eight ball or nine?" He asks as he casually screws his cue together and taps the tip with chalk. "So far only t'ree. Two are fairly innocent, but Felicity? Might 'ave ta keep an eye on dat one." he smirks a bit waiting for Hank to set the balls and lines up the cue. "Heard about de fire. What happen?"

Beast has posed:
"Some genius with a talent for opening and closing things, decided to see if he could make some home-made fireworks and got into my magnesium strips," Beast replies wth a roll of his eyes behind his spectacles. "There are a few in this world, several in some, that only learn the hard way. But three? You might just be losing your touch a bit, Remy..." A round is ordered via a raise of empty to Harry, just as the rolling stones start playing on the juke box. He turns back to the table. "Eight ball, I reckon."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods, and breaks the balls hard, sending the 15 into a back corner pocket and smirks slightly. "Well Ah /may/ 'ave put a large picture of mah girlfriend on mah desk in her full martial arts gear, complete wit' 'er Black belt... Dat /may/ have helped curb all but de most eager." he smirks a bit lining up his next shot.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy's eyebrows elevate at that confession, followed by a hearty chuckle. "Dissuading the jail bait, I see. Well, that's positively chivalrous of you, overall..." he squares his shoulders back, cue resting on the top of one foot as he watches where the balls roll, perhaps strategizing for if he actually gets to make a shot or not. Sometimes, that's not a given with Remy. "How is that going, anyway?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit and shrugs. "Ah mean Riana can' rip dare arms off like Rogue, but she defiantly woul' be willing to express 'er displeasure wit' de idea." He says amused as he lines up the next shot, and the next... though that one rattles out of the pocket rather then falling in. "Ri? We doing fairly well. We 'aven't 'ad a lot of time foh each ot'er de last week wit' classes starting up. hoping ta correct dat next day or two."

Beast has posed:
"Weekends and evenings, they end up being sacrosanct. I'm sad to say I'm single again, but really dating for me was the exception that proved the rule, not the other way around..." Beast clucks his tongue and licks his top lip as he walks around the table, measuring angles with his eyeballs before he lines up a shot. He actually pots two in relatively quick succession before getting over enthusiastic and potting the cue ball. "Damn, bugger and blast. Don't know my own strength sometimes..." beer arrives, set on the drink table that sits nearby. "I'm not sure what's more intimidating, dismemberment by southern belle or being kicked into next Tuesday. I'll have to mull that over."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit and shakes his head as he takes his own beer, touches his thumb under the bottle cap, and pops it off with a very light charge. "Maybe yah lookin' in de wrong places mon ami. Ah mean yah a hero. And den dare is always de ot'er communities.. Ah mean dare women go absolutely nuts over a big ol' teddy bear like yahself." He says smirking. Remy does proceed to run the table at that point, putting away the remaining five striped balls and the eight all in rapid succession. "Maybe try googling Bigfoot lovers?" He adds playfully.

Beast has posed:
"Well, if frogs can find princesses to kiss them, I'm a shoo-in in the cryptozoology crowd, no doubt about it." Beast quips back, eyeballing over the top of his glasses, blue eyes sparkling. "I draw the line on fur suits though, that just becomes weird." He grimaces at the play on the table, sighs dramatically and racks the balls up again, lining up to break and smacking hard enough to do the job. None get potted though, but it could be an interesting game, as there's a fair amount of potential for 'double pots'. He takes up his beer then, gesturing to the cajun with his stick.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a bit, "Oh defiantly stay out of de Furry community." He says with a grin, this time not just potting the 5, but somehow making the ball roll backwards to line up for a shot on the three. "Dose people are completely weird... and imagine if dey wanted yah take yah mask off later." he says with a bit of a smirk.

Beast has posed:
"It was bad enough when ... no, nevermind," Henry says with a cough, wrinkling his nose at the english that was put on that pot. And this is why it was a win-win but there wasn't any money on the line. He'd lose more than just dignity! "Suffice to say, I rather agree with you. You know, I considered waxing once, but thought twice on it after a test on one hand. It's bad enough the times I've been depilliated, when it all grows back. Itches like there's no tomorrow."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit, "Yah mean like de time Bobby put nair in yah shampoo foh April Fools?" he asks, trying not to look too amused at the memory. He shakes his head and pots the three he lined up for himself and then a long shot down table for the one. "Oui, and Ah can' imagine jus' how much wax yah'd actually go t'rough... not ta mention wit' winter coming yah'd t'ink yah were in Alaska.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy snorts. "Don't remind me," but then he's had a fair few returns on investment for pranking, has McCoy. Still, he stares down the one, as if he might somehow manage to make Remy miss it just by the power of his mind alone. Doesn't work of course. "You know, the trouble with the big foot theory is that I'm a short arse. Ok, that and I'm blue. I'm still trying to work out what evolutionary niche that fits into. Blue isn't the most fabulous of camouflage, after all."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks just a bit, "Mon ami, yah talking ta de man dat de good Lord seen fir ta give de Devil's own eyes." He says with a smirk, shaking his head. "Besides, Blue crop up allot in mutants. Kurt, Raven. Dey bot' Blue. Maybe it's some varriable in de X-Gene." It's easy for many to dismiss Remy as a shiftless idiot because of the way he carries himself. But he's not and while he couldn't explain quantom physics, he's usually able to keep up with basic evilution.

Beast has posed:
"My latest theory is broad spectrum UV protection," Beast points up for no particular reason, other than the sun's that way somewhere through the roof. "Which is a helluvalot more workable than being a drop-bear ambush predator in the canopy." He looks up, fixes eyes on Remy's for a moment, chuckles and stoops by the table, getting an 'on the flat' perspective of the balls. "You going to clean the table again, or...?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau looks at the table, gives a casual, "Ehh." then just lightly taps the cue with the tip of his stick, barely moving it an inch as he goes for his own beer. Since putting objects in motion is basically his power, just about any game that uses balls is something he is an expert at. Never play darts with him either. "Shrinking o-zone mean more ulra violet radiation 'owever. Wouldn' den yah expect more of a red shift ta counter it instead of blue?"

Beast has posed:
"Ever notice how my fur is sky blue? I'm O3 attuned," Hank chuckles. "Mostly it's just a theory at the moment, I haven't even begun to examine it in fundamental detail. Most recently, I've been looking at O2 to O3 conversion, which is problematic. Once O3's reacted, it's very hard to successfully revert it. Ionic bonds don't like to be tampered with, without considerable energy." Provided that the light tap doesn't end up carrying on and on to a kiss and slow tumble from the kinetic force, Beast's eyes narrow down to cat-like slits, extremely focused. This time, he manages three balls before he over-clonks and knocks his aim off.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods slightly, "And considerin' dat knocking ions off of molecules is how de really really big bombs work, Ah can see why yah'd wanna be careful doin' suckh a t'ing ovah yah hair color. He says amused as he takes a few more quick shots, then deliberately "Faults" again to give his friend a fighting chance. to be fair when they play Chess hank frequently plays with a handicap so it goes both ways.

Beast has posed:
This is a truth. Mind, it isn't all that advantageous as Beast overthinks quite often when he's trying to play to a challenge. He manages the seven solid, screws the shot for the four and has the cue ball kissed up against it and the cushion. There's a dramatic sigh and a shake of the head, finishing off his beer in the meantime. "And thus why the good lord and chemists invented hair dye."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit, eyeing the the ball and tsking slightly. "Henri, an' 'ere Ah t'ought we were friends." He says in mock hurt then stands near the ball, pointing his cue straight up in the air and coming down hard. the ball leaps off the table from between the other ball and the cushion, lands, takes a sharp right hand turn and pocket's the last remaining stripe. "still dat is a whole lot of dye. Course don't t'ink Ah evah knew yah 'fore yah were.." He gestures to the man. "Like dis. did yah 'ave de fangs den?"

Beast has posed:
"What's a game without an occasional accidental challenge?" Beast waves a hand dismissively, lifts the beer bottle for one last round and leans against the table, watching the trick shot go precisely as it was meant to do. "Maaaaaaan..." the drawn out sound of the impressed given, he shakes his head a little. "No, all I had was larger than average hands and feet and extremely sharp reflexes. I was always square shaped though. I played lineback. Though I was rather fond of rugby when I visited Cambridge university."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit, the shame being that after the fancy trick shot, his line on the eight is a straight foreword shot at the side pocket. "Ah never understood de idea of people t'inking At'letes should be idiots." He says as he moves to re-rack the balls. ""Aftah all as some dead Greek guy probably said, de society dat separate its scholars from its warriors will 'ave its t'inking done by cowards and its fighting by fools." He smirks a little bit. "So yah win de Homecoming game an' kiss de 'ead cheerleader?"

Beast has posed:
"It's something to do with the devotion of time to the sport, versus time to the study. Both tend to get a little on the expensive side, timewise... not enough hours of the day to do everything and be all. But then you look at Sparta. That same dead greek also observed what we currently face, sociologically - that tendancy to go to war, when apparent power is threatened by the emergent new. The trouble with clever greeks is that nobody likes a smartass -- something I was quite familiar with. So, I admit for a while, I dumbed myself down and no, I didn't kiss the cheerleaders. There was an incident when I was at college that thrust me into the spotlight as a mutant and they chased me down. ANd that was before I was blue furred, fanged and clawed. I -did- win a lot of games though." Being exceptionally athletic helped there, plus the low center of gravity. The last round of beer is delivered with a settling of the tab and Henry raises his own to clink with.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a bit and touches his own bottle to his friends, smirking. "Well Ah may 'ave done it foh yah." He says with a grin taking a loing drink and nodding. "Of course, wit'out de attitude of We must protect de old from de new we wouldn' 'ave such great orginizations as De Friends agienst 'Umanity, S.H.A.M.E., de Brot'er'ood, Neo-Nazi's and ANTIFA. Frankly need to get 'em all toget'er an' bang dare 'eads toget'er till we can wake up a functioning Brain Cell in de lot.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy wrinkles his nose at that. "Those that refuse to learn history are doomed to repeat it -- and lo, we have repetition all over the place, repeating all the time and redundancies in statements, not to mention people trying the same thing time and time again and expecting different results. Bedlam and insanity ensues as we consider the model of our society." At the end of which he swiftly licks his top lip into his mouth and gurns like a professional gurner. Relaxing after to drink, he shrugs lightly. "But isn't that why we fight against the ludicrous odds of making any difference, to gain a foot of ground for every two we lose?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau sighs and takes a sip of his own beer and shakes his head slightly. "Yah know Henri," He says with a bit of melencholoy in his voice. "Growin' up... Mah pappa had dese two dogs. Brutus an' Porkchop. Don' ask me 'ow dey got de names, I don' recall. Anyway dey bot' decent sized dogs. But Brutus was bigger, an' a bit meaner. Kept Chop pretty well cowed... Till de day he got 'it by a car. He lived... but he lost a leg." He shakes his head and takes another beer. "Ovahnight, Chop started torturing and attacking Burtus. Wouldn' let 'im eat. Wouldn't let 'im sleep. Ta me? Dat's de problem wit' 'Umanity. Humans, mutants, Aliens... Dare always doese dat yah lift out of opression who immediately wanna be de oppressers.

Beast has posed:
"The 'see how you like it' mentality, yes. One has to hope that as a species, enough are zen and the art of being enlightened that the overall average is sublimed to only mildly dickish. Never quite how it works out, but one has to be optimistic." Beast wrinkles his nose again and grunts. "I had this one goldfish that I called Shark because it ate every single companion we put in there. The nature of things sometimes just gets in the way, human nature too."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau chuckles and nods, unscrewing "Lucille" and sliding her back into her case. "We c'n only dream, ehh Mon ami. We should get out more often. Love ta introduce yah ta Ri some time. She might try an' adopt yah though. She 'as a t'ing for fuzzy creatures.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy snorts at that. "Be careful, she might find me a little too adorable. Take care of yourself LeBeau. I'll see you back at the campus after I burn off some of the calories I drank today." He winks, sets the cue back in the rack and with a salute to Harry, heads off for a long ass jog. He may even get lost in the woods for a while.