Damien took the liberty to invite a few extra friends. He brought Saila with him the drunkard Coilin would be sure to show up in no time. He enjoyed watching the show with his gal pal Annabeth as the start. At least she was in his eyes.

Damien had no desired choice of bar style. I would enjoy himself no matter what the place looked like. He wondered if the place might also have a dart board as well as the billiards tables. More fun to be had as the night rolls on.

Arriving he shook off the cold and went straight to the bar "I will take a lager and whatever the ladies are having" He pointed to Annabeth with a smirk "She is having one drink tonight after that she is cut off" He headed over giving all those with him a hug.

Wiggling over to a table he would grab the rack and start getting the table set up for the first game "So we want to do teams of some sort or just multiple tables with a free for all?"

She chuckled both at Damien's usual exuberant displays of affection, and the Irishman's announcement.

She glanced at the man behind the bar. "Make mine a Strongbow, please."

Then she turned toward Damien and Coilin. "Well, I've already got us one table, but I can easily get us a second. I think if we're going to go on teams though, the ones that want a little less competition should be in one, and those that want to kick arses should be in another. I'll start the less non-arse kicking one."

Dressed as usual in slim fitting black pants that disappeared into well worn leather boots laced up to her knees and an oversized black hoodie that swallowed her lank frame, the mercurial muse had her fingers stuffed in her back pockets. Her brilliant (and brilliantly mismatched) eyes scanned the bar, taking in its patrons. A smile in greeting was offered to each of Damien's friends in kind, with an incline of her head and a simple "I'm Saila".

To the bartender, she gave an order--something clear, which usually meant vodka. To Annabeth and Damien, she shrugged. "I''ve never actually played this game," and the kinds of tips she's picked up in her conversations with Serah and a certain Cajun earlier had seemed to indicate a different kind of game altogether. "Who wants to show me how it's done?" Was that an irreverent twist of a smirk? It might have been.

Watching the easy camaraderie between Damien and.. was his name Coilin? Saila couldn't help the way her smirk spread pale features. Glancing sidelong at Damien, she quirks a brow at him curiously. "Didn't know you actually had friends who were guys...."

If she knew Damien at all, she knew he'd be bear hugging and attempting to snuggle with this gentleman in no time, and that was an image she was definitely looking forward to witnessing.

Saila's attention shifted to Coilin, then, keeping in mind what little advice her pink-haired coffee buddy had come up with earlier in the day. Watching him intently (as he'd no doubt hoped she would, considering!) with a full lower lip caught between her teeth unconsciously, it was hard to say whether form or frame held more of her gaze.

When he rose, issuing his girls v. boys challenge, her gaze slid immediately to Annabelle. "How about it? Us against them?"

He caught the look from Coilin shaking his head. He knew exactly what was going through his mind. "Hey I do have guy friends too thank you very much. Just because I am so lovable" He stuck his tongue out at Saila in jest.

Watching Coilin go on his little tutoring session he could only shake his head. True man had only one thing on his mind. "Think you need to keep that stick in your pants and use the one over there for the game Coilin"

When the challenge was issue he grinned "That sounds like a fair match up. I am not that good after all" Although when the bet was placed he looked over to Coilin with a shrug "While I am not going to say no to food what do you think of that bet big guy? Good enough for you?"

Peering from Damien to Coilin and back during their little interplay, Saila just grinned, sizing both men up. "See, I've learned not to trust anyone who says they're 'not very good', at, well, anything. But Colin here seems to know what he's doing...."

Easing around the table between them, she takes Colin's stick from him with one hand, gently squeezing the opposite shoulder with little ringed fingers and a pretty smile. "Thanks for the lesson, hm?"

Long silver lashes fluttering, she lines up her stance exactly the way he's shown her--legs spread just so, hand planted on the table's felted surface. Focusing now, she catches her lower lip between her teeth, easing the pool cue back and forth between apparently expert fingers. In a burst of movement, she breaks, sending the cueball into the pyramid at the other end with a satisfying crack. Balls scatter, and a striped one sinks. With a delighted squeal, she rises. "Like that?"

She chuckled as Saila sank a ball with the break. It was followed by a playful groan at Damien's remark.

It was her turn now, at least by the rules her mother taught her. So she took a moment to size up the table.

There were several possibilities including the 9, 10, and 15 sitting close to pockets. The problem was that her cue ball wasn't really lined up well for any of them. The 12 was more in line for the cue ball, but not really for a pocket.

Could she make a bank shot? Possibly. Pool table geometry wasn't her strong suit, but she took a moment to look at things. Well, the 10 was a fairly simple bank, and the twelve could be banked in the pocket, but it was trickier.

She nodded and decided on the 10 ball. She aimed carefully. Took her shot. The cue ball banked nicely off the edge of the table and the 10 fell in.

She grinned, and then looked things over again. The 15 was now in a sweet little spot, right next to the pocket and in line with the cue ball. She didn't think long, she made her shot. The 15 rolled in nicely, but she hadn't calculated on what her cue was going to do. It had hit the 15 yes, but it hadn't been a neat kinetic energy transference at all. No the cue had bounced back and struck the nearby 5 and pushed it into one of the center pockets.

"Dang it!" She sighed and looked over to the guys. "Well, under the rules I always played with, that would mean we both keep our shot, but you boys get the table. Are you cool with that? I've never read up too much on the official rules. Just used what my grandpa taught me."

She waited for them to make a decision, but she wasn't too unhappy with the results, they were up either 2-1 or 3-1 so far.

"Do you really have to bring up the past Coilin" He shook his head while he buried his face in to his hand. Almost having forgot about his beer he would grab it off the table and take a few happy sips. While working the girls play he eyes Coilin but he seemed to be speaking up first "I have to agree there I think this is a hustle for them fries" Fries were going to be the least of his worries though.

Grabbing his stick he would circle the table trying to size things up. He was no shark like Coilin at this game not having played too many times. Spotting the number six it was not in the best position along the edge but thought he saw a shot. He leaned himself against the table giving his rear a good wiggle before using the Six ball to knock in Two. "Got lucky on that one" That was about the best playing he could do to be honest.

Annabeth chuckled at the goings on. "I never claimed to be good or bad. I said I was rusty, and I said that I was going to play with the non-competitive crowd. But honestly, I think I was pretty lucky. I haven't had a chance to really play in two or three years."

As Damien sunk the six, and Saila flirted, she just chalked up her cue, and watched how the balls played themselves. She'd also check up on Lucy occasionally.

She waited to see if Coilin would be so distracted by Saila that he'd forget it was his turn to take a shot.

So distraction hadn't worked, as evidenced by the way he'd cleared those two balls without much apparent thought. Well, it had been worth the attempt, anyway.

Coilin's turn ended, Saila would ease the stick from his grasp once more -- the pool stick, that is, not the one that had been the subject of so much conversation. Taking it in hand, the purple haired girl swayed on her feet momentarily, as though she'd lost her balance, or felt a sudden swoon. Trying to stifle the gasp that slipped from her throat, she could only hope that none of her fellow table mates had noticed the way her eyes widened, the way it stole her breath.

Shaking it off with a rueful smile, she reaches for her drink, taking a long pull of vodka to steady herself. "Mm," she forged on gamely. "I'm not sure I know what poison ivy is, but that doesn't sound pleasant."

Right, back to the game. Lowering her gaze to the pool table, the assorted colors swam before her eyes for a moment before her vision cleared, and she laid her focus on her likeliest target, the 11. Brows furrowing in concentration, Saila pushed a curtain of royal purple away behind one ear, trying to find the right way to line up the shot. Bent to the task, then, she took a breath, hoping the skills she'd borrowed were still in there somewhere.

And ...they were, kind of. The 11 found its pocket, sinking with a satisfying clunk against the ball underneath it. The problem -- the white cue ball followed it directly.

"Uh oh. What does that mean?"

She missed Saila's incident, and just saw the sink, and then the scratch. Her wince was probably obvious.

"Yeah, that means it's the guys turn. Damien's to be precise."

She pulled out the 11 and the cue ball.

"It also means we're still tied."

No one said the brute didn?t have a soft spot for women. Despite the fact, he was damn near afraid of them he enjoyed their company. Eyes lingered over their form then finally, he decided his next move. As Damien went in for the shot he shifted his weight anciently bumping the man?s arm causing him to scratch the board.


"Aye! watch oyt dare!" The exclamation was paired with a wink letting him know the reason behind it was for the two of them to get the girls to win. Despite all their attempts at being rough and tough the two of them were gentlemen in the end.

Lining up his shot he was bumped so instead his elbow drew back to smack Coilin in the stomach before taking his shot. The ball bounced around the walls of the table but ended up not hitting a single ball.

"Watch our there? You watch out you klutz" He knew Coilin did it on purpose to try and show off. Not that he intended to go all out again the girls but have to at least make it believable. He stood back from the table letting Coilin take his turn as he went to grab his drink