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| Polaris | Jun 11 2012, 10:52 AM Post #31 |
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If Scott that had been an actual mental breakdown, then he obviously didn't know his only brother nearly as well as he thought he did. The room was in one piece, nothing was exploded, melted, or on fire. Not in mental breakdown territory just yet. Though from the looks of things they all might be headed in that direction. And despite Scott's ever-skeptical damn looks at whatever suggestion she might be able to come up with, for once Lorna wasn't plotting anything devious or likely to get his ass handed to him by angry, stressed-out, red-haired telepath. Even she knew better than that at this point, when they were on the final countdown to Summers wedding launch. Scott liked pool. Scott liked beating her at pool, but then so did everyone else. She'd never said she was good at it, but they could use the break and she was pretty sure Jean would forgive her the minor, temporary wedding detail abandonment. "Your idea of relaxation is to let me kick your ass? You sure, Dane? Because we can play something you at least have a chance at, if you'd like. Candyland or something." Scott smirked and Lorna rolled her eyes good-naturedly and smirked right back. "I would so kick your ass in Candyland, Summers." And she would, too. Pool not so much, but it'd still be a hell of a lot more fun than sitting here and going back to the vibrating with nervous tension. "But, if you're afraid you can't take me at pool anymore, no problem. We can go for something easier." Nudging him companionably in the side, she raised a challenging brow. "You'd probably be way off your pool game, anyway." Or, you know, probably not, but she hadn't promised anywhere in there not to attempt a little judicious cheating to keep him from kicking her ass too spectacularly. |
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| Cyclops | Jun 11 2012, 05:53 PM Post #32 |
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"I would so kick your ass in Candyland, Summers." Lorna shot back. Scott shook his head a little and rolled his eyes. She better fucking beat him at Candyland if he wasn't cheating - the game-play was dictated by colored squares and he was colorblind. If she couldn't beat him at Candyland on a level playing field, it meant that she'd suffered a severe head injury somewhere along the line. "But, if you're afraid you can't take me at pool anymore, no problem. We can go for something easier." She offered teasingly, nudging Scott in his side. "You'd probably be way off your pool game, anyway." "You talk a big game for a woman who can lose at pool to Bobby Drake," He informed her, smirk still firmly in place. "Based on your track record, I'm fairly certain I could hustle you at pool while on hallucinogens." Scott was pretty sure it was a sad commentary on his pseudo-sister's pool game that he wasn't really exaggerating. "But, if you're sure you can withstand the embarrassment of getting your butt handed to you, sure. I can take the time out of my day to kick your ass." He agreed. Standing, Scott offered his hand to help Lorna up before heading for the stairs to the basement. "You're not supposed to be doing anything for Jean, right? Because I promised her I'd try and stay out of her way." Actually, he'd promised himself that, too. Scott was pretty sure, and Jean no doubt agreed, that his obsessive compulsive tendencies would only be helpful for the first few days, right up until he had to relinquish control the horde of contractors that were being brought in. Then he'd be more of a hinderance than a help, and would probably just stress his beloved out. |
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| Polaris | Jun 12 2012, 10:02 AM Post #33 |
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She was deadly at Candyland. All right, so possibly it was because Scott couldn't even see most of the damned board, but it still counted. "You talk a big game for a woman who can lose at pool to Bobby Drake," He informed her, smirk still firmly in place. "Based on your track record, I'm fairly certain I could hustle you at pool while on hallucinogens." Oh, he was going down. If for no other reason than that was hitting way below the belt and it wasn't exactly pool she'd been interested in at the time she'd been playing with Bobby. "That was not the point of that exercise," Lorna informed him with a return smirk, but they were definitely not talking about that particular point in her life. Alex's Bobby radar would go off and they'd be able to hear him grinding his teeth down to nubs from here. Not necessarily because of her, but just because it was like a damned Pavlovian trigger with those two. "But, if you're sure you can withstand the embarrassment of getting your butt handed to you, sure. I can take the time out of my day to kick your ass." He agreed and green eyebrows inched their way up toward her hairline just a little more as she took his hand and stood up. Oh, he was laying it on thick today. "Yeah, yeah, you talk a good game, Summers, but we'll see who kicks whose butt here." Yup, she was going to be cheating her ass off. Upcoming wedding or no upcoming wedding, he was asking for it. "You're not supposed to be doing anything for Jean, right? Because I promised her I'd try and stay out of her way." Weeeellllll... Heading for the stairs, Lorna stepped into the stairwell and held the door for Scott to follow, shrugging. "I've already folded about three thousand place cards and put ribbons on shit I can't even identify. I think Jean'd rather I go play pool for a few minutes instead of having my head explode all over her centerpieces from overload." She really was going to have to remember to ask Jean and Ororo what the hell those things were. It'd be nice to at least be able to identify the things that were destroying what little sanity she possessed in the first place. |
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| Cyclops | Jun 12 2012, 06:52 PM Post #34 |
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"That was not the point of that exercise," Lorna pointed out, but Scott shrugged unapologetically. Hey, he called them like he saw them. Besides, she was ignoring the fact that Bobby's primary focus during that little "exercise" hadn't been pool either. And the younger man had still beaten her. The girl he'd been trying to hit on. Scott figured he might stand a solid chance against Lorna even if he was unconscious. But if his brother's girlfriend wanted to take the time out of her day to lose at pool, he wasn't going to dissuade her. "Yeah, yeah, you talk a good game, Summers, but we'll see who kicks whose butt here." "Did you ever figure out what causes your delusions?" Scott asked innocently. Based on the determined look now on Lorna's face, he was starting to suspect she was contemplating some...alternative shooting. Or at least that's what Jean called it. Normal people called it 'cheating'. But he was pretty confident he'd notice, if his quasi-sister tried it. Heading for the stairs, Lorna stepped into the stairwell and held the door for Scott to follow, shrugging. "I've already folded about three thousand place cards and put ribbons on shit I can't even identify. I think Jean'd rather I go play pool for a few minutes instead of having my head explode all over her centerpieces from overload." He couldn't help laughing a little in response. Yeah, this wedding thing was a ton of work. And he wasn't doing most of it, he had to admit - Scott actually felt a bit guilty for how much of the details Jean was overseeing - but just watching his fiancee do her thing had made him dizzy. It was a lot to take in, and couldn't even pretend to understand most of it. "It's a lot," he agreed. "And thanks, you know, for helping." Scott followed Lorna down to the basement where the pool table sat and grabbed a cue. "As long as you're sure it's okay, I'm happy to kick your ass, Dane. But I'll be pissed if you set Jean on me for messing with her schedule with only one day left." He racked everything up and handed his companion the cue ball. "Losers shoot first." |
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| Polaris | Jun 13 2012, 02:19 PM Post #35 |
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Lorna rolled her eyes at Scott. She was not delusional. At least not this week. Around here, though, you never knew what the hell the new week might bring, so he might want to ask her again later. He was just trying to distract her, now, from kicking his ass with her amazing pool skills. Which, sadly, she didn't actually have, but she could talk shit and cheat with the best of them. Alex, she was sure, would be more than happy to provide references to the effect. As an added bonus, it'd give her a few more minutes away from the utter and complete, mind melting chaos of Summers Wedding Central. After tackling mountains of place cards and things she didn't even recognize, but that'd required ribbons and more folding and god alone knew what else, Lorna was sure Jean would forgive her. Better that than blasting half the floral arrangements from sheer overload, especially as much of a pain in the ass as the florist was being. That got a laugh out of Scott, at least, though she wasn't sure how much he'd be laughing if he'd actually been in the middle of all that. "It's a lot," he agreed which, just now, might've been the biggest understatement in the history of ever when you were planning a wedding that had evolved into hundreds of guests, every metahuman on the planet, and representatives from teams in space and dignitaries of half a dozen other planets. 'Lot' wasn't even the tip of the iceberg, and if Jean didn't put someone into a telepath induced coma before it was over it'd be a miracle. "And thanks, you know, for helping." Turning her head, Lorna smiled over at him crookedly. "I wouldn't have missed it for anything. Not in a million years." It was the absolute truth. She'd have done this and more if it helped with this wedding, and made Scott and Jeannie happy. That was worth it. Heading into the basement rec room, she followed Scott in grabbing a cue, having at least enough experience to site down it's length to make sure it was straight. As pool skills went, that was about the extent of hers, but she had that down pat at least. "As long as you're sure it's okay, I'm happy to kick your ass, Dane. But I'll be pissed if you set Jean on me for messing with her schedule with only one day left." Scott racked the balls, then handed her the cue ball, then rolled her eyes. "Jean and her schedule are fine. She's supposed to be taking a break around now, too, and Ororo's like a fucking drill sergeant." Plopping the cue ball down, she leaned over to site the breaking shot. "She's got it under control. Everybody's too terrified of her to get out of line." Which was actually coming in pretty handy, though she wasn't sure the caterer would be able to get within ten feet of the Weather Goddess again without turning into a complete bundle of nerves. A little fear was an awesome motivator, though. Thank god. Drawing the cue back, she took her shot, breaking the balls and biting her lip as they rolled all around the table, nothing going in. Well, suck. This was definitely going to call for some judicious application of powers. "Don't say a word," Lorna warned, suppressing an amused grin despite herself as she moved to let Scott take his shot. "I'm just warming up." |
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| Cyclops | Jun 13 2012, 05:59 PM Post #36 |
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"Jean and her schedule are fine. She's supposed to be taking a break around now, too, and Ororo's like a fucking drill sergeant." Lorna assured him in response to his proclamation that he'd be mad as hell if she got Scott in trouble with his fiancee. She lined up the cue ball and began sighting her shot. From his position behind her, Scott just shook his head. That angle was awful. There was absolutely no way that would work. Which suited him just fine! He grinned as he waited for her to break. "She's got it under control. Everybody's too terrified of her to get out of line." His opponent added. Hey, if it made the planning easier on Jean, Scott was happy to hear that Ororo was scaring the shit out of people. He'd get her a damn machete if it meant his fiancee could relax on the day before their wedding. Lorna took her shot, and Scott smirked as he watched it do just as he'd suspected it would. Which was to say 'nothing of any use to Lorna'. "Don't say a word," Lorna warned, suppressing an amused grin despite herself as she moved to let Scott take his shot. "I don't really need to," he pointed out, rolling his eyes. He moved around the table to get a good look at everything. Scott wanted to knock some stripes in - the contrast of the center part of each ball against the white background make tracking them easier on his eyes - and to that end he began taking stock of where they all were. "I'm just warming up." She said. "Obviously," he agreed dryly. "Out of curiosity, what's it like to start out at Absolute Zero?" Having spotted his first shot, Scott lined up his cue. Two striped balls into the pocket. Another shot, another ball. His third shot sent a fourth and fifth member of the stripes club into their respective pockets. Okay, Scott had to admit, it was kind of unfair playing pool. His mutation gave him an uncanny understanding of spatial relationships; he could calculate trajectories in his sleep. And it wasn't as though he could turn it off during the game. Hell, even if he could, he probably wouldn't. Scott would rather cheat than lose. Still, the game would be over in a couple minutes if he kept this up, and then Lorna'd head back up with Jean and he might start...thinking again. Scott wasn't sure he could take the stress. So, for only the third time in his life, he intentionally missed a shot. "You're up, Dane. Try and at least hit one of the balls this time, okay?" |
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| Polaris | Jun 13 2012, 07:12 PM Post #37 |
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Lorna didn't need telepathic powers to see the thoughts running through Scott's head. He might as well have had them stamped on his forehead, they were so transparent. But she did not want to hear them. At all. "I don't really need to," and Lorna snorted, trying to glare at him without any real success. It shouldn't be that hard to glare at him, dammit. Later, by god, when she stopped wanting to laugh, he'd better bet his ass there would be glaring. Besides, she was just warming up. Yeah. Sure. That was it. Right. "Obviously," he agreed dryly. "Out of curiosity, what's it like to start out at Absolute Zero?" Like the adult she was, Lorna Dane stuck her tongue out at her pseudo-brother-in-law. Jackass. Lorna sighed as Scott took his turn and actually managed to get the balls to do what he wanted. Not surprising, since that'd been exactly what she'd expected him to do. But still slightly annoying none the less. Mostly because she probably couldn't get them to do that even with cheating. The third shot, however, didn't do as it was told, and Lorna's brows inched up a tad suspiciously. Hmmm...had he done that on purpose? That didn't seem like a very Scott thing, but then missing wasn't either. So, a little hard to tell. Not that she was complaining or anything, she'd take what she could get. "You're up, Dane. Try and at least hit one of the balls this time, okay?" Lorna snorted and moved to site down her next shot. She was...solids now, right? Yeah, she was pretty sure that was right. "Says the guy who just missed, Mr. Pool Shark," the green haired woman returned with a teasing smirk. Ok, so that was probably pushing her luck, but again, she had to take what chances at gloating she could get. Bending over and siting down her cue again, brow furrrowed, she looked for her shot, meaning the easiest she could figure out. Hmm...that one over there looked possible. Lining up the cue ball with the solid color blue two ball, she shot and manage, mostly by accident to actually get it into the end pocket. Shooting a triumphant grin Scott's way, she looked for her next shot, picking out the green six ball, over near the side pocket, she hit again, sending the cue ball into one of the stripes in hopes of knocking the six in. Which worked, except the stripe was going with it. Shit! Quickly and discreetly as possible, Lorna gave it a little 'nudge' back away from the pocket with a judicious and speedy application of magnetic forcefield. It flicked and vanished quickly enough she was hoping Scott wouldn't catch it. "See," she told him with as much innocence as she could muster. "Told you it wouldn't be that easy, Summers." |
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| Cyclops | Jun 13 2012, 09:41 PM Post #38 |
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Lorna eyed him suspiciously when he "missed", and Scott just shrugged in response. She couldn't prove anything. Though after years of only cheating if necessary to win, it did feel kind of strange to lie in order to handicap himself. Still, he knew he needed the break; he should stretch this out. Rather than give his pseudo-sister-in-law cause to stare at him any longer, Scott suggested that she shoot her turn and try to suck less this time. "Says the guy who just missed, Mr. Pool Shark," the green haired woman returned with a teasing smirk. He felt his own smirk grow in return. Hey, it took skill to be able to feign a miss so perfectly. Lorna appeared to have picked up on the object of the game, namely that she was supposed to get the balls into pockets, based on the fact that she'd actually lined herself up for a real shot. Not a great shot, truth be told - she could've knocked a second one in on her first go if she'd switched the angle - but better than the abomination her break had been. Confidence apparently bolstered by her ability to sink an easy shot, Lorna lined herself up again. And, yes. Without fail, she'd lined herself up to fail. But hey, if she wanted to shoot Scott's balls in for him... What the fuck was that? The stripe had just....stopped rolling. Stopped just short of the side pocket. "See," she told him with as much innocence as she could muster. "Told you it wouldn't be that easy, Summers." Scott shook his head. "Lorna," he said, mock seriously, "did you really think I wouldn't notice cheating that obvious?" He swiped the cue ball from the table. "I call foul, Polaris." |
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| Polaris | Jun 14 2012, 03:11 PM Post #39 |
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It was Scott's own fault, really. All those years of battle strategy and tactics and 'when outmatched by an enemy, use whatever resources are at your disposal to overpower them'. As far as Lorna Dane was concerned, that theory applied just as well to a game of pool with Scott as it did to a battle with the Marauders. So, yes, it was, in fact, Lorna assured herself, completely Scott's fault she was cheating at pool. That smirk on his face was just extra incentive and she couldn't be blamed for just a minor use of powers to stop the second ball from going in. The mocking afterward might have been a little much, but it was hard to resist. And he couldn't have noticed that, right? "Lorna," he said, mock seriously, shaking his head. Ah, shit. "did you really think I wouldn't notice cheating that obvious?" Lorna put on her very best 'who, me?' mildly shocked face of innocent indignation. It was a pretty decent one, if she did say so, and she reminded herself that cackling manically would probably ruin the whole effect. And, since this was Scott, not Alex, and any other means of distraction she might normally use were too disturbing to even begin to contemplate, her options other than looking as innocent as possible were limited. Opening her mouth to give vehement protestation of her sullied innocence a go, she didn't manage to get anything out before Scott grabbed the cue ball and started using codenames of all the damned things. "I call foul, Polaris." Lorna snorted, since it wasn't like a magic name word or anything. Summoning it wasn't going to knock her out or act like some sort of truth serum. Sheesh. "Dramatic name summoning only works on Dr. Who and Buffy," she pointed out, before adding pointedly, "Cyclops." Reaching out with a magnetic forcefield, she wrapped it around the cue ball and tried to tug it out of his hand. "Now gimme that back. I am not cheating. You're just afraid of losing." She added a smirk for good measure. There. Totally damned innocent. Or not, but it's not like she would tell him, for god's sake. Did he know her? |
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| Cyclops | Jun 14 2012, 09:34 PM Post #40 |
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Lorna's attempt at innocence might have worked if Scott hadn't actually known her. Or, maybe, if he hadn't known geometry and the basic laws of physics. Because there was no way that cue ball, struck that hard, at that angle, wouldn't have knocked that ball in. Unless, of course, someone had given it a little help. Scott swiped the cueball. "I call foul, Polaris." Yeah, he was on to her magnetic, pool-cheating tricks. "Dramatic name summoning only works on Dr. Who and Buffy," she pointed out, before adding pointedly, "Cyclops." "Pop culture references only work on people who have any idea what the hell you're talking about," he replied. Scott rolled his eyes behind his glasses as the cue ball jerked in his hand in response. Lorna obviously wasn't trying that hard - he knew she could rip it out of his fingers if she wanted it all that bad - but still. "You're not helping your cause," he pointed out. "The way to convince a man who knows you cheated that you didn't cheat is not by proving that you're capable of cheating." Yeah. That sentence had made sense. Probably. Maybe. Fuck, had he vibrated his brain into oblivion? Had it worked? Because if it made him sound like that, Jean might notice. And he was pretty sure Alex and Lorna'd been right to point out that Jean might be a little upset if he managed to fuck himself up too badly just before the wedding. "Now gimme that back. I am not cheating. You're just afraid of losing." His quasi-sister-in-law told him. Scott shook his head. "I approve of the winning spirit and all, but hell no." He grinned. "Cheater." He set up his next shot and prepared enjoy knocking another three stripes into their pockets. Scott figured, given the company, it was probably best not to say that another reason he liked pool was that it cleaned up after itself. Yeah, he was neat. So fucking sue him. |
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| Polaris | Jun 15 2012, 04:19 PM Post #41 |
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All right, seriously, how could Scott not know who Dr. Who was? That was so wrong on so many levels Lorna could barely being to fathom them. "Pop culture references only work on people who have any idea what the hell you're talking about," he replied and the green-haired woman gave her head a sad shake. This is what they got for letting Scott take off and live in the DR while they all watched TV. He was also not giving the cue ball back, and green eyes narrowed as she tugged again, though not very hard. Because she didn't want to end up breaking his fingers or accidentally smashing him in the head with a pool ball this close to the wedding. Jean would likely kill them both then. "You're not helping your cause," he pointed out. "The way to convince a man who knows you cheated that you didn't cheat is not by proving that you're capable of cheating." Lorna rolled her eyes again. There was no logic anywhere in that sentence, she was pretty sure. "I'm not cheating, you are," she pointed out, since he'd apparently missed that part (and totally ignoring that she'd been cheating before, of course), "since you stole the cue ball." Which he was not giving back, despite taunting, only shaking his head at her and adding, "I approve of the winning spirit and all, but hell no." He grinned. "Cheater." Narrowing her eyes at her pseudo-brother-in-law, Lorna fell back on her amazing maturity again and stuck her tongue out at him. Again, it wasn't her that had stolen the cue ball when it was clearly still her turn. Previous cheating not withstanding, since clearly Scott's cheating took precedence and negated her own. Or something. Dammit. Her brain was obviously broken by place cards. "Says the guy who stole the ball during my turn," Lorna returned, not really expecting it to do any good but feeling the need to register the protest anyway. Watching Scott set up for his next shot, Lorna smirked and inserted small forcefields at each pocket, just inside the opening, to block anything from going in. He wanted cheating, she'd show him cheating. Let him try to sink anything now. |
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| Cyclops | Jun 15 2012, 07:21 PM Post #42 |
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Narrowing her eyes at her pseudo-brother-in-law, Lorna fell back on her amazing maturity again and stuck her tongue out at him. Scott smirked back and shook his head. Hey, if she didn't want to lose a turn she shouldn't cheat. That was the risk she'd run, messing with the rules that way when playing against a man with a mutant ability that calculated speed and trajectory. "Says the guy who stole the ball during my turn," Lorna returned, not really expecting it to do any good but feeling the need to register the protest anyway. "When you foul in pool your turn ends," he informed her calmly. Scouting the table, he considered his next shot. He could be obnoxiously arrogant and shot two in at once. Or he could stretch this out while minimizing his need to painfully throw shots. Deciding to go with the latter options, Scott lined himself up. His cue hit the white ball Lorna had tried to steal from him, and it made it's way to the striped 14 ball. Another couple of clicks. And... The fuck? His head shot up and he stared at Lorna. She had to be kidding. Scott knew that this had been an intentional move; she was nowhere near stupid enough to think he wouldn't notice that. But she had to be kidding. "Sore loser already?" He asked. "You had to get ahead of it; couldn't even wait until you'd actually lost?" |
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| Polaris | Jun 21 2012, 05:02 PM Post #43 |
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Lorna rolled the eyes at the smirk Scott shot her way. Yeah, yeah, whatever. It still got her point across, didn't it? And he was still cheating, no matter what he said. The proof of that was he had stolen her turn and was now attempting to justify it with the truth. Dirty tricks and she knew it. "When you foul in pool your turn ends," he informed her calmly, scouting his next shot. The green haired woman's own lips pulled into a smirk. Well, they'd just see about that. If she was going to cheat, and get accused of it of all things, then she might as well go all out. Plus, the look on Scott's face when his perfectly calculates shot couldn't actually go into the pocket was priceless. Adopting the most innocent expression she could manage, which still wouldn't fool him and she knew it, Lorna just smiled and arched an eyebrow questioningly as he gave her one of his very best Fearless Leader looks. Please. She'd been the target of those since her teens. They'd lost most've their effectiveness at least one jean size ago. "Sore loser already?" He asked. "You had to get ahead of it; couldn't even wait until you'd actually lost?" Lorna made a little "pfft" sound and concentrated on keeping a totally straight face. Which was getting harder and harder. Jeez, how could he stand to be so serious all the time. It was like a damned genetic thing. Alex gave her almost that same look every time she did something even mildly random. why they hell they both weren't used to it by now, she did not understand. "You stole my cue ball and my turn," Lorna pointed out again, giving up and letting her lips quirk up at the edges, green eyes glinting. "How does that make me the sore loser here?" Narrowing her eyes, and concentrating on the cue ball, she added mischievously, "Now give it up, Summers," as she enveloped it in a magnetic bubble and snatched it off the table. Assaulting her with the truth of her less than rule-specific pool efforts would not save him. He'd have to do better than that. |
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| Cyclops | Jun 21 2012, 06:05 PM Post #44 |
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"You stole my cue ball and my turn," Lorna pointed out again, giving up and letting her lips quirk up at the edges, green eyes glinting. "How does that make me the sore loser here?" Scott shook his head again and rolled his eyes behind his shades. If this shit kept up, he was pretty sure they'd roll right out of his head. And, potential for destruction without his eyes to channel the blasts aside, he was pretty sure such an event would cause destruction just by making Jean lose it. He highly doubted she'd be in the mood to deal with the kind of emergency that his fucking eyes falling out would be. "You cheated," he reminded her, explaining the step-by-step process as though to a child. "Which is a foul. When you foul in pool, you lose your turn. You lost your turn. I went to take mine. You cheated again." He reset the balls where they'd been - Lorna's underhanded ways weren't going to screw up his shot, after all - and reached for the cue. Which was suddenly enveloped in a magnetic field and floating back to the hand of his quasi-sister-in-law. "Now give it up, Summers[.]" She instructed him implishly, as Scott reached in vain for the floating ball. "Is there no low you won't stoop to?" He asked innocently. "Besides, I thought the point of this exercise was to get me out of my head so I wouldn't stress out about the wedding tomorrow. Doesn't your rampant cheating undermine that effort some?" He held out his hand for the cue ball. "C'mon, Dane. We both know how this is going to end." |
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| Polaris | Jun 22 2012, 05:32 PM Post #45 |
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Scott was really too stuck on the whole cheating thing for his own good, Lorna decided. And her perfectly sensible arguments of logic, without any actual logic being used, didn't seem to having the desired effect. "You cheated," he reminded her, explaining the step-by-step process as though to a child. "Which is a foul. When you foul in pool, you lose your turn. You lost your turn. I went to take mine. You cheated again." Now it was Lorna's turn to roll her eyes. They were taking turns. It was thing. A really, really common damned thing, actually. "Just because there are suggestions on how to play doesn't mean I have to follow them," the green haired woman pointed out helpfully. Rules, schmules. Wasn't it Scott that had always told them play to win? The fact that he might've been talking about in an actual battle, with people who were trying to kill them, was beside the point. And if he thought he was just going to set up his shot again and continue taking her turn, well, he really should know better. No way in hell she was giving up without a decent fight and at least it was keeping Scott's head from actually exploding over wedding related things if he focused his general irritation on her. Hell, she was so used to it after all this time she barely even noticed. So snatching the cue ball with a forcefield? Absolutely for his own damned good. "Is there no low you won't stoop to?" He asked innocently. "Besides, I thought the point of this exercise was to get me out of my head so I wouldn't stress out about the wedding tomorrow. Doesn't your rampant cheating undermine that effort some?" Grinning and tossing the pool ball lightly up in the air, then catching it again, Lorna pretended to give the question careful consideration. "No, because then you're not stressing about the wedding, you're only stressing about a cue ball. Which is down a few levels from major wedding stress out, I'm pretty sure." Scott held his hand out, obviously expecting her just to turn over her ill gotten gains. "C'mon, Dane. We both know how this is going to end." Shaking her head with a sigh, Lorna lifted an eyebrow Scott's way. "You cannot blast the bridesmaids the day before the wedding. Jean really would kill us both, then." Rolling her eyes again, just because, she relented and placed the cue ball into Scott's outstretched hand. "Relax Scott," she told him as her grin softened into a smile. "A little mutant pool never hurt anybody." |
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