He was leaning over the pool table observing the balls but truly thinking about something else. I knew something was up with that crater and the gonks but he really had no clue on how to proceed.

Caesar would know...or at least pretend to.

He sighed as best he could and began chalking up his cue

Was it really a diruptor? Possibly...where they in with the Empire...probably

''Well fuck me''

"Sorry, but no. Though I sympathise with the urge."

Another man approached the pool table and leaned over, patting it.

"But I can beat your ass at this if you feel masochistic."

Who?

Richo turned his visor towards the one who issued the challenge, sizing him.

From the ferry, if memory serves

''You will try and you fail, boy. If you challenge me you will be the one getting home not able the shit straight.'' he arranged the triangle as he spoke

"In shitting, like in pool, straight lines are for amateurs. You're already challenged, aren't you?" He smirked wryly, picking up the cue.

The mando paused for a second

''Are you really sure you want to go with that statement?''

"I want to go with the game. Or is it an indignant concession already?"

''Tsk'' he shook his head in possible disgust and removed the triangle.

''Head, I go first. Tail, you go.'' he said after flipping a coin.

Heads: white, Tails: black: 1eF 2 Dark Side


''Allright, make your move''

Qar said nothing and just sent the balls rolling. He was no novice at this.

LE3. Fluff Pool Play. Coordination: 1eP+3eA 4 successes, 2 advantage

''So, who are you?'' he asked as the stranger made his move

"I'm your competitor." Since there had been a pocket shot, he continued. "If you want more precise answers, ask more precisely, with the need in mind to return the favour."

(if you want fluff roll, add difficulty at least)

''Don't flatter yourself irialan, you are no competition''

J-Richo Toboga wrote: ↑

Sun May 16, 2021 12:57 am

(if you want fluff roll, add difficulty at least)

''Don't flatter yourself irialan, you are no competition''

[Difficulty is your roll.]

"I'm sure there are things I can't compete with you over. But pool ain't one of them."

The mando just shook his head and put the cue back on the wall

''You are no competitor because I am simply not playing you.''

The Mirialan shrugged, standing back from the table. "Your choice. For a guy with so much armour on, your feelings are easy to hurt."

''I play either with friends or to relax.'' he stated quite annoyed by the useless bravado ''If you want a phallus mesuring contest find someone who cares''

"You use a lot of sexual metaphors. Wonder what a shrink would have to say about that." Qar shrugged. "I'm not your friend, clearly. But neither am I your enemy. Looks to me though that beneath this impressive armour your skin is rather thin. I'll leave you be though, enjoy your time on your own."

''I did no such thing, your interpretation is your own.'' he said standing his ground ''At my age I have earned the right to rebuke young posers who think they deserve to act like they own the place...and if I was thin skinned you would already bleeding on the floor with a couple of teeth missing.''

He crossed his arms

''There is banter then there is whatever you are doing. Go learn some respect, punk, or earn it if you can't''

"You lost me at 'at my age'. You need a lawn all for yourself, gradnpa." The Mirialan laughed. "Respect is not about what you say or who you are but about what you do. And all this punk has seen from you is surrendering the game."

''Is this supposed to be profoud? You show no respect so you get none, simple as that...now buzz off''

"I don't ask for it from strangers. Have a great evening, old geezer." Qar returned to the bar.