1941/Darts & Sodas

Darts & Sodas
Date of Scene:	12 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Cannonball, Cypher, Boom-Boom, Juggernaut

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Cannonball has posed:
    Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Harry's has prepared Sam for college almost as much as Xavier's. Darts and Cards have become a part of his life. Playing cards in the back room has made Sam a mean poker player. Not that anyone knows it. Right now, he has a soda on the table next to him, and has a very impressive score on the dart board. Hustling some folks for sodas.
    This is a depraved and amoral as Sam gets Hustling people for Sodas. He's done odd jobs for Harry in the past- leaf removal and all that, but still. Sam has to play the game to have fun.
    The guy looks disgusted at Sam, then pats his shoulder. "You son, are a jerk. I am glad you only hustled me for 5 bucks." Sam grins. "Just buying a soda." The guy shakes his head and walks away. Sam Guthrie, juvenile delinquent.

Cypher has posed:
Doug is always antsy about being out and about in Harry's -- he grew up in Salem Center, and there's always this non-zero chance someone might see him. So he's got sunglasses on inside, and his cap that says 'WHAT?' on it pulled down low. He lets them slide down his nose as he talks to a pair of townie girls in French -- he's only reading the beer list behind them, but it's impressing the hell out of them.

Then he stands up, and says, "Excuse me, ladies." He takes a $10 out of his wallet. "Your next 5 glasses of 7-Up say that I can beat you, Guthrie."

Boom-Boom has posed:
Boom-Boom comes by the place once in a while, but she's not really interesting to most of the people commonly here, so it's boring. Still, it's the weekend, so why not check Harry's out?

Boomer is dressed fairly conservatively, in actual pants and a whole blouse and everything. "Look, I'm not trying to scam any drinks this time!" Tabitha says to the bartender, who seemed to be thinking of chasing her out. "I'm jus' lookin' around. Geez. Some people."

Cannonball has posed:
    "I do not take a friend's money." Sam answers. He sips his soda. "But I will play you for the next round?" He offers chucking Doug in the shoulder in a friendly manner. He grins at Tabitha. THis might be a little awkward. He doesn't think. "I'll buy your drink, Tabitha?" He realizes what he said after he said it. With a soft sigh, Sam notes to Doug. "I guess it is okay. Dani has a gal pal, I can still pal around with Tabitha, right?"

Cypher has posed:
Doug tilts his head at Sam, and then he grins. He whispers, real quiet-like, ever the loyal vizier, "Listen... Sam. I'm not an expert in matters of the heart, but I do have a cheat to reading people's sincerity or lack of it, and what they've really got on their mind. And half the time, Boom-Boom is giving your butt the side-eye and trying to hide it. The other half, she's going gooey at how much of a white knight you are. It doesn't need to be true love, when a cute girl who's fun at parties is eyeing you up." He pats Sam on the shoulder, and takes the darts from him. "Next round." He says, eyeing the dartboard.

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tab ends up finding Tango and Cash back by the dart board. She pops a gum bubble and grins. "Hey, boys." A wider grin. "Why, Mister Guthrie, are you trying to get me drunk?" and she waves a hand. "Joke. Don't blow a gasket." She shrugs. "It's not like I'm throwin' you down on the pool table and havin' my way with you. Your girlfriend won't mind us hangin' out. I mean, we live in the same place." Of course, she didn't hear any of what Doogie said. "Plottin' against me, huh?"

Cannonball has posed:
    His smile is warm, but his face is flushed. "Doug being Doug is all. giving me a hard time over how pretty the girls Ah convince to date me are." Sam hands Tabitha a couple of dollars. he knows she has to hustle for money too. He gives her a warm smile. "Start it up, Doug." Sam says warmly. He is blushing red enough to fry an egg off his face, but he is also happy. Both the others know him well enough to know that. He likes these people. "She ain't my girlfriend. Not exclusive anyways. She has another beau of sorts." His smile is warm at them both.

Cypher has posed:
Doug eyes the board, and then rolls the dart over in his fingers. "Let's see... the language of the throw." He extends his arm. "I think..." He says, "If I do it like this--" He lets fly. He was aiming for a bullseye, but he pulls to the left, slightly. "Not bad." He says, "For a first throw." He raises his eyebrows, and then turns to Tabitha. "No matter what empirical evidence is put in front of him, Sam has never believed he had a way with the ladies." He shrugs his shoulders. "...He always did, though. Even when he had a flat-top haircut that made his head look like a pencil eraser and he looked like he was made out of rubber bands." He quirks his mouth. "...Roomie. Not the word I'd use. Sam and I, we're roomies." He hucks another dart. Bullseye. "There we go!"

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabby goes off to collect a soda for herself, and not a Tab, either. She returns with a glass of cola. "Thanks, cutie." She nods at Sam's words. "I met an interesting girl at the pool. Alexia is her name. Silvery hair with golden eyes?" she says, expecting that someone else will know what she's talking about. "A cool girl, too. Like you other nerds." she teases. "I think she's Moonstar's roomie. She said she was, anyway." She frowns a bit. "Yeah? There's somethin' else to them... Foxy and Dani? Hmm." there might be disappointment there for a flash, but it's gone. "Well, good for them, then."

Cannonball has posed:
    "Not her, Tabitha. I don't think." Sam considers. "That ain't the name she said to me, anyways." The three "X-babies" are over by the dart bird, carrying on and being kids. Sam chucks Doug's arm again. "Hustle'n me." He says happily. He knows Doug wanted more physical powers, he's very happy. His smile is warm. His toss is to the right, and a couple of points short of Doug's. But just a couple. His grin is warm, and the kids, or Sam at least seem to be happy. His grin is wide. "you are not my roomie, Doug. You are my pal." Which is a higher level of intimacy. "'Though quit telling the towel story,, will ya?" he asks as Doug gets ready for his throw.
    Sam playing mind games? Things do change. "Your eyes sparkle too much when you say ah was just in a towel."

Cypher has posed:
"Hm." Doug taps his dart against his chin. "I guess I was mistaken. I could've swore -- Well, then. Open mouth, insert foot! Just ignore me Tabitha, I'm the Mutant Master of Language, not facts." He lines up his throw, and then says "Hustling you? Not at all. As far as Dani goes, I'm happy for her. I could hardly be anything but--" He snorts, as Sam says that when he throws, and he's off just enough that the two of them are on par. It's going to be a close game.

"Sam, no matter what, that story will never not be ridiculous and it will never not be funny, just like how Rahne told me that earlier that night she gut-punched you and left you in a heap on the ground."

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Well, I guess if Pony Girl wants me to know, she'll tell me." Boomski says with a shrug. She laughs at the mention of the towel story. "I liked it. Doug said there wasn't any alien probing, though. That was a little disappointing. He DID say you were wearing his underwear." She sticks her chewed gum on the side of her soda glass and has a sip from the straw. "Besides, Bookworm is cute when his eyes sparkle."

Juggernaut has posed:
    So there's this scene from Jurassic Park where the T-Rex is approaching and the very rumbleof its footsteps is causing the ground to tremble, rippling the glass of wter in the jeep as the intensity of and rumble of the steps gets more and more severe and the very presence of the beast can be felt well before its arrival? Yeah, something like that. Cain Marko has a way of making himself known and the very shadow and silohette of the gargantuan man casts the outside of Harry's HIdeaway into darkness, briefly blocking out all light from the tall windows in the main room with the shape of his freakishly huge shape and form..and that's -before- he actually begins the effort of entering. He ducks low, squeezing his gigantic frame into the inside of the bar by some impossible feat of control and ability to pack mass through small places. Kinda like that whole bunch of clown's fitting into a tiny car clown trick!

Eventually he lumbers fully and straightens up to his full height, basically a new wall in the front of the bar. He dusts his hands off and then peers over the place with his ice blue gaze hidden behind dark shades. "Mmph. Millar time."

Cannonball has posed:
    "Ah agree." Sam says. "Totes adorbs." He is trying to annoy Doug with the slang. Given his accent, it is discordant. He actually winks at Tabitha. This dart hits the same one Sam hit earlier. Not bad. Not great. Not bad. His baby blues settle on Cain Marko. His brows narrow, as something about the face reminds him of something. He just cannot recall what. Sam rubs his chin, giving Cain a look over, and puts the big man firmly in the 'do not mess with' file. He is fine. He is with Doug.
    Slowly it dawns on him that he is with Tabitha, and she might want to cause Sam to get his butt kicked. he leans over to pull Tabitha closer. "Come here?" he asks.

Cypher has posed:
Which is when Doug turns, and looks up, and then he walks over towards the giant. He lets his sunglasses slide down. "Hey." He says. "I never did get the chance to thank you, since I wound up flying an infirmary bed for the next two weeks."

"But I appreciate how you helped me when you didn't have to." He takes a 5-note out of his pocket and puts it on the bar. "Have a couple on me. I'm grateful. ...Also, I can score you tickets to the next Dazzler show. Someone told me you're always in the market."

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha smirks as Sam pulls her closer. "Here?" she asks, but she really has no idea what he wants, but it's fun to act like she does. She has only a glance of Marko at the bar. "Wow, should we call Greenpeace? A whale beached itself in here."

Juggernaut has posed:
    At first the monsterous man just sort of looks down at Doug, tilting his head low until his chin is swamped by the shelf like landscape of his upper pectorals. He curls a lip in mild disdain but as Doug continues the giants look relaxes ..slightly. He just eyes Doug for a more seconds before rumbling neutrally, "..I got a rep to consider kid. You gonna just walk up on me like this? Whose babysitting you?" He pauses and then after a moment, yields up some of his stand offishness, "..Anyway..yeah sure..thanks. I just didn't like that other guy, alright? Don't expect it to happen again."

There's a pause and he adds slowly, "...Dazzler tickets eh?"

It seems Doug has gained a new super power. Knowing the Juggernaut.

Cannonball has posed:
    She's talking about whales beaching themselves? "Uhh, ah s'pose. But ah would not mind if ya got real close?" There might be hell to pay later, but Sam really doesn't want to start a ruckus with who he thinks that is. Dani'd understand. besides, Sam doesn't think Tabitha would get real close to him.
    It is almost like he is willfully clueless. He makes a crummy throw. Maybe it is Tabitha being close, or that voice. That deep, lumbering, vaguely hair raising voice. Sam swallows slowly. Doug can easily win this game. Sam will actually drag Tabitha closer, if she doesn't pitch a fit.

Cypher has posed:
"Yeah. Turns out she's got a soft spot for me, so I get free tickets to her shows." Doug gives a light shrug, and says, "And I like Dazzler, so. I'll hook you up. I owe you." He leaves the $5 on the bar, and then turns, to look at Sam. He frowns. "Retake that throw, man." He runs his hand through his hair, and turns to walk back to the others. "Excuse me." He says to Cain, before he pulls the dart out of the board and hands it back to Sam, feathered end facing him. "It's fine." He says. "He just wants a beer, he's not looking for trouble."

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha shrugs and slips an arm around Sam's waist. She's been comfortable with him and it's not like he's trying to snog her. "That's a biiiig guy. I wonder who he is?" she asks, noone in particular. "Yeah, throw again, Rocket Pants." she has another drink from her soda and watches.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Yeah thanks.." says Cain, oddly mollified by this offering from Doug. "..I'll keep that in mind."

Sam's concern and Doug's words do cause Cain to snort abit in disdain and dismissiveness. His ugly personality rearing up again. Nostrils flaring wide and mouth pursing before he rumbles. "I aint got time for messing with you little league mutants. Especially on my days off. If that psychopath furball show's up or the russkie tinman? Well.." he grins and scratches his jaw, "..I've always got time for a little extra entertainment..."

Cannonball has posed:
    "That's cheat'n," sam protests, but he knows better. So with an an arm around Tabitha, Sam throws off-handed, and tanks the throw. "Ah ain't a cheat. Smack talk is part of darts. Mind games. Rethrow'n? That's cheat'n. I ain't a cheat." He might have forgotten how well she fit there, or how natural the pose was. 'That is Mr. Cain Marko, and he ain't a man to -ever- mess with." Sam nods at Doug.
    "We ain't gonna call 'em, Mr. Marko." Sam replies. "It's more a matterof respect, not us talk'n smack, sir. It's like Mr. Magnus walks in. best to pay attention."
    He doesn't mean to sound phony or disrespectful. Sam Guthrie was raised to have manners.

Cypher has posed:
Doug's expression turns into a kind of sickly scowl. "It's not that hard to figure out if you think about it. Who knows the X-Men and wears a size 36 boot, Boom-Boom?" He sits on a table and gestures for Sam to make his throw. "Like I said, he's not here for trouble. At least, not with us."

Then he looks aat Sam, and says, "It's not cheating if I'm asking you to, doof."

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha looks over. "Yeah?" and there's a gleam in her eyes. _That_ gleam, _that_ smirk. Her palms are itching now, someone told her she couldn't do something, even if that something is suicidal like messing with the Juggernaut. "I guess. The bullet-headed guy? Huh. He doesn't look half..." but for once she doesn't let her mouth write a check her body can't cash. "Alright." She leans a bit on Sam, out of habit.

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Bullet headed?" Cain settles the weight of his gaze on Tabitha, just waiting for the next set of words to come out of her mouth. It's like having an earthquake get mildly annoyed with you. She opts to not go any further with matters though and so Cain dials it back down on his own end.

"Hm. Smart girl..and boy. I guess ol'Charlie's raising you kids with some manners and sense.."

He looks over the three of them one more time and then turns and heads towards the bar itself with another set of pounding footsteps.

Cannonball has posed:
    "Shaddap Tabitha." Sam says, and he does something out of a habit. There is one way to shut her up. He does it without thinking. Immediately, he knows it was a mistake as Sam Guthrie attempts to lay a kiss on Tabitha.
    Later, he will admit that it was to shut her up. It really was! He lays one on her, unless she objects. Regardless she will feel a tug to get pulled close which she can easily ignore. Whether it lands or not, or lingers or not, is entirely up to her.

Cypher has posed:
Doug takes a moment to mentally calculate avenues of escape, and decides that the best one would be to throw a stool through the window and bolt. "Look, let's all just keep our chill--" He pauses, and then sighs, face-palming briefly, a sickly smile on his face before he says "Oh my God. Okay." He looks up at Cain and says "He's had a few." That is technically correct. He's had a few 7-ups.

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha grins again and opens her palm, there's a small time-bomb there. She shows it to the boys around her, just to get a rise out of them. She knows they'll freak out and tell her to behave so they don't all get stomped into mutie-paste under Marko's boots. She gives them a moment to hyperventilate and then closes her hand again to reabsorb the ball of explosive plasma fun. But just as it goes away, Sam is pulling her close and kissing her. She doesn't object, but she doesn't return it with much more than fondness. She's surprised, though, and when the kiss ends she is quiet - in shocked silence.

Juggernaut has posed:
    Cain's practical experience with the New Mutants is fairly limited and so when Tabitha shows the glowing ball he just sort of squints his eyes at it curiously, leaning in slightly and halting his departure for the bar to get a closer look at it. "Is that supposed to be scary..?" he asks curiously..but then Sam intercedes and Cain blinks as Tabitha is pulled into that kiss and silenced by the abruptness of it all.

"Hn." he rumbles as he hears Doug and takes this all in. Finally he just shakes his head, "Hrn. Kids." That seems to be that as far as he's concerned. He turns and starts back for the bar again.

Cannonball has posed:
    Sam shakes his head. "By all that is holy, do not play games with him." He then points at Doug. "Throw." he says. He straightens himself back up. His nod is quiet. Tabitha might notice he rub his thumb over his bottom lip. He has a befuddled, bothered look on his face. He sips his soda and sits down on a barstool, his eyes distant as he thinks over stuff. Never a good sign.

Cypher has posed:
Doug picks up his dart, but he's as nervous as everyone in this powder-keg, and his throw is too far south. He lets out a cuss, in Cantonese, and then shakes his head.

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha touches her lips with her fingers, turning away a bit to hide her blush. "That... I guess I missed that." she says, quiet and low. She rubs her forehead for a long moment and then collects her glass again, sipping idly. She also might be in thought. She's quiet for whole minutes!

Juggernaut has posed:
    Cain's fine! Perhaps by rote of being the cause of such tension and possible terror and the self assurance that comes with believing oneself to be invincible and ignoring any signs contrary to that when they arise.. But nevertheless he's back to his prior mood which..while grouchy, sour and prone to being a bully, isn't outright bent on hostility at anyone. In fact, upon claiming a drink, he rumbles by way of a suggestion to the mutants, "What's wrong with ya'll? LIghten up. Smile."

Cannonball has posed:
    Sam quips. "Teenage drama." He pokes fun at himself. He nods at Doug. "Best two out of three?" He offers, not out of charity or a sense of fairness. Just out of a sense of fun.
    He admits to Tabitha. "Ah guess ah do too." Do, not did. His sigh is soft. "Ah am really bad at this." he announces to hi friends. 'Really profoundly awful."

Cypher has posed:
Doug puts his hand over his eyes, and then says, "...Best two out of three." He shakes his head, and then says, "You know what?" He looks up, and up, and up at the Juggernaut, and says, "Hey. You wanna play darts?"

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha elbows Sam fondly, mostly to hid her embarassment. "Yes, you are." she agrees. "So'm I." she admits. A big toothy grin for Cain. "Yes, Mister marko. Nice to meet you."

Juggernaut has posed:
    Cain allows his first smile - a lopsided bemused and arrogant smirk, to crease his features. "Good." he rumbles at Tabitha, and then turns and begins to step away, considering the matter over and resolved. He doesn't exactly disapear being..well..it's 'him'.. But he does settle into a distant corner of the bar with his back to them.

Cannonball has posed:
    "Probably for the best. He would'a won." Sam says after a moment of relief. "I mean, he throws cars. What's a dart?" Sam asks.
    Sam sits there for a moment. "We should talk sometime, Tabitha.' Sam admits. "But not now. If that is okay. If you wanna sit close, and maybe do that again, well, ah would like that." Sam says it quietly, but as if he's thought it over. "We're nearly gown. Ah suppose not everything is always the end of the world. Life is complicated 'nuff as is." He leans against the table a little. "But you should play darts." he tells Tabitha with a grin. "Your aim. It needs work." He teases her warmly.

Cypher has posed:
Doug puts his head in his hand, and looks between the two of them, and he says, "God, I need an adventure." He leans back on one hand, and says, regarding the Juggernaut, "He's not so bad. Yeah... okay. He's terrifying, I take that back. But I mean... he could be worse."

Boom-Boom has posed:
tabitha's lips are quirked, but not in her usual plastered-on grin. More thoughtful. "Yeah, prob'ly. Your girlfriend should be there too, I think." She leans to try and kiss Sam's stupid forehead, then stands back again. "You! My aim is jus' fine! DO you want to see? Really?" she's back to herself again. Normally this would be the time she'd throw plasma at the target, but she doesn't. Not yet, anyway.

Cannonball has posed:
    "She has her fun." Sam answers. He is quiet a moment. "Ah'm a catch?" He's been listening to Doug too much. "If'n ya think ya can throw, let's play some darts, huh?" Sam challenges them both, gesturing to them and the board with a big southern-fried smile.
    He's working through some stuff, and at his usual pace, but at least he wants to have some fun?

Cypher has posed:
"One of these days he'll see the light," Doug says, lamely. "He got more girls than Bobby and I did put together, and Bobby's a BILLIONAIRE. But nope," He says, to Tabitha, "Zing, whoosh right over his head." He shakes his own, then brushes shaggy fringe out of his eyes. "I need a haircut." Then he gets up, "And another soda. And an adventure."

Boom-Boom has posed:
"Gimme the damn darts, then." Boomer growls, and takes a dart. She takes a moment to aim, her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth. The throw is too hard, and so it goes into the wall next to the darktboard. "You jinxed me! You did that on purpose, kissin' me and stuff. You knew I'd get all flustered. Cheater." there was mock-outrage, excuses, and teasing one after the other.

Cannonball has posed:
    "Ah'm the one who is flustered!" Sam retorts. "You getting all close to me, wear'n your little shirt, give'n me your little looks." Sam shakes his head with a smile. "Throw the other two, as a practice. Doug and I already threw. Then ya can throw your first real one." he shakes his head. "Ah flustered you? Pish!" He said pish. Such language!

Cypher has posed:
Somewhere along the line, Doug retreated! The coward. He's still at the bar, chatting up a much older woman, with a glass of soda in his hand. The dog.

Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabby wrinkles her nose at Sammie. "I'll remember to wear my shorts and fishnets the next time. Yeah, maybe that tubetop, too? I'll show you udistracted then, buddy." She screws up her face and concentrates. Aim. Aim. Steady. She hits the edge with the second, and a little closer in on the third. "Hey, _you_ kissed me, you idiot." She looks over her handiwork on the dart board. "You know, this is a lot easier when you only have to get in the general vicinity to blow things up."

Cannonball has posed:
    "Ah suppose." Sam demurs with a secret smile. "Might have to come here more often for you to work on your aiming." He tilts a brow at her. 'Train'n." he decides. He gives a nod at that.