“Luck it is, until it’s been repeated at least.” Ever the scientist he agreed with her until he had more than a single data point for his hypothesis. He wasn’t about to step in it between her and Skye and the lesson on friendly ribbing was probably meant for someone closer to Phoenyx which was not him. Though he held his hands up in surrender with a laugh when she said they weren’t getting philosophical. “Alright, alright deep thoughts are for later. Like twelve beers later.” The laugh that came after was jovial and vibrant as he began racking the next set. They had broke first if was the Arrows turn now.
“This round might be on you but it’s also your choice, so I’ll leave whatever you get me a surprise. Pleasant or otherwise. I’m gonna have to side with Alice here, even I can not party all the time. Though I disagree with you on limits that’ll be a discussion for another night since I agreed upon no philosophy.” He said with a smile and turning toward Madison as he stepped away from the table gently lifting the triangle to reveal the perfectly ordered balls.
As Skye returned Guru gladly accepted his shot and tossed it back without hesitation or question. No asking what it was just to the back of his throat and down into his stomach. Not enough to affect him yet he was still steady on his feet for now after the trio of drinks he’d just finished. He gave a shudder as the liquor began to warm his insides, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. “Was that cinnamon?”
“Since you broke last time, I’ll break this time. She’s right though, the only way to get used to social situations is to be in them. Besides, I’m here! If you feel embarrassed, I’ll just do something bigger and louder and take all that attention away, yea?” He looked up over his cue and offered ‘Alice’ a smile before drawing the cue back to break letting that thundering crack fill the room as the balls bounced. “Solids again, well at least I’m consistent.”
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