For a bar normally locked within the clutches of redundancy, the Sharkbite has managed to shake things up tonight. Perhaps there's something bigger happening in the area, or perhaps the locals are growing bored of their beer and sports, either way the bar itself is nearly abandoned, with only one, possibly two customers lingering on the public side of the bar.
Fatty mutters to himself as normal, wiping down the bar with very little effort while on the TV overhead a replay of a recent sports event plays through on a muted loop. The only real activity in the room is found near the front. Lingering near a pool table, Court can be found locked in an intense battle of wits with, you guess it, himself. And from the looks of it he /still/ hasn't picked up the game. The balls litter the table. Still..he can at least hit /something/ now.
Beer oh sweet sweet happiness. Zeppelin arrives through the door without much of a show. She does breath for a moment. The woman looks visibly upset, as if she's angry at something. There is a pointed step up to the bar as she offers. "Whatever you have cheap and in a bottle. I would like one." Zeppelin flashes her smile as she sets her camera beside her.
The movement of the door is enough to warrant a glance up from the table, a glance that lingers for multiple reasons. How lucky for her that the bar is mostly empty for now, if not because of the danger then because of the resident nature of the establishments most loyal customers.
Fatty is easy to quickly fetch her order, though not without his own muttered comments of an inappropriate nature. For now all Court offers is a small laugh (toward the man behind the counter no doubt) before taking a rather clumsy and badly aimed shot.
Zeppelin puts the money on the counter for Fatty with a dollar tip. Hey, she's not rich. The woman smiles at the locals and takes a long draw from the beer. A soft (and probably inappropriate) moan leaves her lips as she feels the yeasty goodness. A smile curves her lips as she offers. "Thanks.." Then the blonde is off and towards the pool tables. She actually walks up behind Court and offers. "I see you are a pro. Do you really think it is fair to play here?"
"Oh..I'm raking in the sponsors. You should see me on a hot night." As perfectly timed as it is, Courts next shot does sink, but does so badly. "See. I'm a badass." So says the badass. "You wanna play? Girls usually walk away with twice the self-esteem they came in with after just a half a game." He even offers over his cue with a small chuckle.
Zeppelin chuckles. "Well considering my self-esteem was just pretty battered. I could use twice the esteem." She grins at him. "I see you are good at handling your stick, but we should start a new game. Do you want to rack your balls or you want me to put my hands all over them and you can break?"
Court chuckles, lowering his face to hide the faint redness that sneaks through at his cheeks. "I'll break." He admits a few ticks later. "While you do that..beer." Yup, much needed distraction and a little distance will do him and his blush some good. "You can watch my stick too." Despite his lazy attempt to return her joke, he at least offers her a faint smirk before heading for the bar.
"I'll take another bottle of this.." Zeppelin holds up the bottle of whatever was given to her. Then she starts to slide those balls into place. The triangle filling rather quickly and then rearranged. "Oh and I was already watching your stick handling. I know you've probably been doing it for years, but if you let me... I could show you a new trick or two."
That comment is taken like a bullet to the back of the head. As he sits to lean against the bar (and await his request), his forehead falls to thump softly against the bartop. Only when he realizes that he's actually touching the petri dish of a bartop does he sits upright with a quick jerk. The beers are collected, and he heads with a small slouch back toward the tale again. "I think you're giving me a little more credit than is due." He admits in a delayed chuckle, the color in his cheeks reaching normal once again. "but thank you, I suppose."
Zeppelin finishes the rest of her first beer in one long drink before reaching for the other one. "Oh I don't know. If you aren't that good it just takes practice and I have a few hours or more." She winks towars him and then hands him his stick. "I kept it warm for you. You can just break and we'll see what pocket you manage to sink your balls into."
Billie comes into the bar, her head rolling to glance to the bar, then walk around to what is a standard table. Perhaps a moment of confusion sets in, but her eyes turn to the pooltable where a game is being set up. Dropping down in the booth, she watches from afar, keeping a keen eye on things over yonder.
Court can only chuckle, though he does hand over the beer without much argument. He even reaches for the cue before his attention is drawn by a second entering blond, and this one is much more familiar to him. His brows arch as she bypasses him, lingering after her until finally he I left sending her a rather puzzled gaze, and a wave. "We will see, wont we? And we'll both be completely surprised." In other words, he has no idea where the shot is going, even as he leans down and takes it. It breaks..but he makes nothing. No shock there!
Zeppelin watches Billie like a photographer is known to do. She then looks at Court when he reacts to the other woman and his expression. She moves to hipcheck him after his shot. "Your girlfriend pissed that you are letting me play with your balls? Is that me getting maddogged?" She winks towards Court and then to Billie. She will also attempt to steal Court's cue stick. Of course, there is a lucky shot off the bank that she knocks in the solid. When she goes for the next shot, she knocks in another solid.... the all white one.
Billie rolls her shoulders looking across where Zeppelin and Court are playing, her browless brow shifts upwards as she hears words, "Pissed? Fuck no.. I am his pimp and I am expecting pay up front for those balls.. Hope you will be coughing the dough up yourself soon." She smiles a little then looks to Court with a little puckered kiss, then drop of her hand down in between her legs as if adjusting herself.
Court can only stare as the conversation carries on between the women. At the very least, they manage to turn him two very different shades of red before he turns to preoccupy himself with his beer while the newer girl steals away his cue..and proves she's a far better pool player than the young man.
Zeppelin winces. "Oh shit.. this is bad then. He totally said he was single." Her eyes flick to the shamed Court. Blushing is shame, right? Then she looks back to Billie and smiles. "So we are going to have to work out a trade deal. I'm afraid that I"m so broke that well... Bob the Builder couldn't fix it."
Billie blinks slowly, making a scratch in between her legs before dropping her hand on the table, "Yeah cupcake.. So much I might have to you know.. pimp your ass out too." Rolling her head to glance to Court, "Oh, you are going to get quiet the licking later." She smirks, then begins to pick at her nails.
OKAY..thats a little more than Court can take. He narrows his eyes toward the more familiar of the women, but the look he ends it with is little more than...blank. Or normal for those who know him well. "Where you been?" asked toward Billie of course before, with a small chuckle, he leans to take his shot. "I was starting to think I was gonna have to hang out by myself tonight...course, I was rescued by?her." Her being Zepp of course. Him being the social creature, he's yet to actually introduce himself.
Zeppelin hasn't offered her name yet, either. "Well.. I'm not really that kind of girl." She hmms about something thoughtfully. Then her eyes flick to Court as she mutters something. The woman theen grins. "You are stripes. I'm sure you have a bar full of people." Anyone else hear the crickets?
You whisper "Is that actually your girlfriend? I can bail or something. She doesn't seem friendly." to Court.
Zeppelin mutters to Court, "... that... girlfriend?... something...."
Billie offers him a toothy grin, "Scoping some things. Getting a helping of nacho burrito, then after that? Remembered you said you would likely be back around here after work.." Tilting her head as she watches Zeppelin speak to Court in quiet tones. There is a snort and then roll of her head as she looks to the bar, kicking back in the booth. Gotta lay claim of land somewhere!
Court simply laughs in response to the new girls questions. He also offers her a soft, negative shake of his head. "That's Billie. We work together..kind of." His shot actually sinks a stripe, but his second attempt is botched at the start. "She's a unique taste you come to love." This is said a bit louder, meant for the other girls ears. Of course, then it's time to answer her, and he does so with a small shrug, "I forgot what I told you. I only stuck around long enough for the strippers to aggravate the hell out of me. Then I took a nap."
Zeppelin ahhs softly. She looks over at Billie. "I was just asking if I should bail. It isn't as if you are being friendly." She doesn't chide, just explains what was muttere. Her eyes move back towards Court. "Well.. I'll leave that tasting to you." She moves to take her own shot and sinks a striped. There is a pause. She looks up to see if Court notice what ball went into the corner pocket.
Billie's browless features shift again, "Huh.. I thought I *was* being friendly." She shrugs easily, keeping her spot over in the booth fine enough, "What am I to do, go over there an hover like a vulture over you two as you play? Shit like that makes Court shoot bad, an I don't jump into play." Grinning a little to Court, "I would take a nap too, them girls are exhausting."
Yes, and can you imagine how bad his bad playing it?! Court laughs towards the other woman, rolling his eyes and allowing a small if not amused glare to be cut her way. "They are. Especially right now. I'm really not sure what to tell them." He doesn't go father into that topic, instead he turns to search out his beer again, missing Zepps shot and, by the looks of it, not seeming to very aware of the fact she's even taken her turn. "You're shot, by the way."
Zeppelin doesn't even consider correcting him on that. "Oh.." She moves to take the shot. "Well you know.." She wiggles her butt as she bends for the shot. It's not for their benefit, but because she's getting away with another turn. "... if you didn't sleep with all the strippers they wouldn't keep calling." Her eyes shift to Billie as the shot is taken. "Maybe it's just your general you-ness. It just made me feel unwelcome. I'm not specifically sure why though." She gives the other woman a large smile.
Billie looks at her nails as she now chews a little at them, really digging in to get some of the dirt out from under. "I ain't caring to impress anyone with a face an shit that aint me. An when you are used to grit an dirt, you don't always care to give the silk an satin propriety..." Yeah, fancy word there from her.
Court's eyes widen at the new girls comment, her gaze traveling quickly toward Billie before he turns to one more inspect his beer. It doesn't stop the small mutter of "Sweet baby Jesus" from leaving his lips, though it's low and nearly inaudible. Yup, the sensation of aggression is already threatening his happy space! And ten Billie speaks, and he's left with a small sigh. "/Ladies/." Yes, ladies, "Let's all like..be happy. They don't sale liquor here..beer really doesn't alleviate the headache that I see in my near future." Not in the least! "Anyway Billie, she's not exactly the grit type I don't think." But, he does send the familiar blond a small wink before he chuckles.
Zeppelin tips her head at them. For a moment there is silence and finally. "Was it the joke about you sleeping with the strippers? I thought she was just a co-worker. Fuck. I'm sorry. Look I just walked in after a bad day. I don't know either of you." She chuckles a bit. She's not aggressive. She's just overly blunt. "Oh I don't know. It depends on your definition of grit. I can play in the dirt and I was raised poor if that's what you mean." She shrugs and offers to Billie. "As I said. I don't know what it is. You do your thing. It's all good." Her shot does sink one of the solids as she lines up for another shot.
Billie holds up her hands, looking at a complete loss, "Who says I ain't happy? I am just speakin about myself, explainin shit. An folks wonder why I don't like leavin the Roadhouse.. Bikers get me." Kicking her feet up on the table now to rest her dirty boots on she crosses her arms over her chest as she sinks back. There is a hint of a growl at Court, but that goes away.