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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 20:08:34 GMT -5
Charlotte smirked as he literally set up the shot for her. She took it and, of course, made it in, making it even more balls off the table. This game probably wasn't going to take much longer.
Chewing on her lower lip, she scanned the table and searched for another ball. The fourteen looked to be the only one she could sink. Aiming, she sent it toward the corner pocket, only to have it bounce against the side and roll halfway back toward the opposite end. She glared at the ball as if it was the ball's fault and looked to Miles, waiting for him to go.
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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 20:11:08 GMT -5
Miles scowled as she sunk another ball. "Probably suck my ass" he muttered as he watched her red hair cascading down her back.
"Anything you actually do suck at?" He asked bitterly, reminded of the multi-talented Charlotte from the freighter. The one who stepped in unasked anytime Naomi said a word.
Another thing to add to his annoyance list. He hated perfection or even seeming perfection. Her modesty wasn't helping matters either.
Balls one, three and seven were the ones he was concentrating on. Ball seven had been hit by her number fifteen and was now sitting close to the center of the table. He squinted, opened one eye to line it up and took the shot, landing it in the pocket with the white ball too.
He looked at her as if it was her fault. "Guess that gives you two shots."
He deserved it for his aggressive shooting, but Miles didn't want to acknowledge that.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 20:27:10 GMT -5
Charlotte shrugged. "I said 'probably. I didn't say definatley." She stated, glancing at him. When he asked if there was anything she couldn't do, she frowned.
"I don't know." She thought for a moment, then smirked. "I can't do an American accent to save my life." She offered, her eyes scanning the table as she took the white ball out of the pocket, replacing it on the table in her chosen spot.
Chewing on her lip again, she aimed and took shot at the fourteen this time, sinking it in the corner pocket. She smirked and took shot at the fifteen, missing yet again. She glared at the ball again.
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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 20:33:02 GMT -5
Miles smirked as she mentioned not being able to do an American accent. "Com'on. It's easy. Just imitate me." He chose some words to imitate, "'I am Charlotte, a pool grifter'".
He laughed. If she was a grifter, Dan didn't know... which was an amusing thought.
Miles scowled as she got another ball in. It was throwing him off his game. He tried to line up the shot for ball one now, but it was blocked by the number fifteen that she just missed. He narrowed his eyes at her.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 20:42:51 GMT -5
"I have no want or need to repeat you." She muttered. "But you can repeat after me now." She told him. "Bite me."
Leaning against the table, she watched him glare at her for a moment, smirking. Charlotte rolled her eyes at him. "Just take your turn and quit glaring at me. If you miss it's not my problem." She stated, tapping her fingers lightly against the edge of the table.
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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 20:48:21 GMT -5
What she said just annoyed him more. Grifter. She was cheating him out of his right to force her to go to the island. What fun was that?
He drummed his fingers on the felt of the table and stretched them out, putting them back into place and then shooting. He hit his ball and it went right in... along with number 15.
A ran a hand through his hair and gave her an annoyed glance, repeating after her with full meaning, "bite me."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 20:57:56 GMT -5
She chuckled darkly.
"So...." She began casually, circling the table for her next shot. "How many more do I have to sink until I win? Or do you just want to back out of the game now?" Charlotte questioned, stopping in front of him and narrowing her pale blue eyes at him.
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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 21:06:30 GMT -5
He had to catch up and fast. If he lost this, he probably did never want to see Charlotte again, so it was a good thing they'd made that bet.
Two, four, five and seven were in. Leaving one, three, six and the magic eight ball at his disposal.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen and fifteen were off the table for her. She had nine and ten to sink before the eight ball.
"Nine, ten and eight." He said darkly. "That's only one up on me."
He stared her down, thinking about some dirty tactics he could use to ensure that he would win. He thought of something that would throw her off.
"You know that guy you killed... did you know he had a family?" He asked nastily.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 21:14:14 GMT -5
She smirked. "You're go then Miles." She said, nodding toward the table as she leaned on it, her stick in one hand.
When he mentioned the man, her hand slipped off the table and she fell to the floor. Peering over the side of the table at him as she sat on the floor, she glared at him, as only her eyes were visible over the edge of the table.
"Don't you even dare Miles."
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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 21:16:14 GMT -5
"I sunk your ball Charlotte, it's your turn."
He laughed as his comment about the man made her slip to the floor and reached out a hand to help her up. "Just wanted to see if you actually had a heart after all." He mentioned nonchalantly, holding his cue with his other hand.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 21:19:45 GMT -5
She glared at him, but grabbed his hand and pulled herself to her feet, grabbing her stick off the floor. She leaned her head to the side, examining the table before taking her next shot.
She sunk the nine ball in the corner pocket.
Taking aim at the ten, she shot and, of course, missed. Charlotte frowned, but turned back to Miles. "Alright, now you go."
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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 21:26:40 GMT -5
She sunk another ball and she had two more to get in to win the game. This really annoyed Miles. Next time he'd probably have to mention her family or something that would really piss her off so she'd miss.
He stared at the 'one' ball as if willing it in the hole, aimed and got it in. Yeah, she might have be good... but he was better. His eyes went over the whole table, working out what to go for next.
Six was next to her 'ten' ball. He figured he'd try it anyway. He narrowed his eyes and he shot. It went in and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"We're even" he commented and tried for his last remaining ball, number three, but he didn't hit any balls. There were hardly any on the table left to hit.
He moved aside for Charlotte and started talking again, "so why is it that your parents hate you so much again?"
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 21:36:35 GMT -5
She aimed her next shot, for the ten ball, staring at it and daring the white ball to miss. However, when Miles mentioned her parents, the white ball flew right past the ten. She turned and glared at him.
"Because they wanted me to be the 'perfect' daughter that every parent wanted." She replied quietly, her gaze flickering away from him.
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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 21:42:08 GMT -5
Miles' smirk widened as she missed her shot. "So what was it that made your sisters more perfect than you?" He asked with interest, Charlotte was about as perfect as they got.
Hot accent, great at pool, tough, educated and did everything right. Miles just didn't understand it.
He walked around the table and eyed down the number three ball, he took a deep breath, trying to ignore the nerves in his stomach and made his shot. The ball sinking right into the pocket with the white ball.
He hit it too aggressively again. But at least he made the shot. He was on the eight ball now, soon as Charlotte took the two shots she was owed for him sinking the white ball.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 21:51:22 GMT -5
Charlotte grabbed the white ball out of the pocket for a second time and replaced it on the table.
"Well, one's tall, blonde, and became a lawyer. She's smart and funny and is already engaged, only a year out of college." She explained, taking her shot at the ten. It slid right into the side pocket. Now it was down to the eight ball between them.
"The other has brown hair, tanned, and became a peditrician. She's smarter than Shephard when it comes to medical things, and she's been dating a guy for almost a year an a half, and I'm expecting some sort of letter sometime soon that tells me she's engaged as well." Charlotte stated, taking a shot at the eight ball, but missed. She sighed and leaned against her cue stick again.
"I'm a redhead with pale skin and freckles who became a cultural anthropologist. I'm a bitch to most people, I hate dressing up, and I have no guy for my parents to like." She stated, looking over at him. "See the difference?"
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