[ with a 10 int. check, he shrugs. ] It's my company's technically. But, they haven't skimped on the transportation yet. [ in hindsight, he should've put something else up. but the dice, man, the dice. ] Or, I can make it so that both of the girls I've been entertaining leave with you.
You can make that happen, huh. [ his eyebrows climb a bit, but he chuckles ] Think I can make that happen all on my own, mate, but I, uh, appreciate it. I think. [ are they prostitutes ]
Fine. Car it is. I've got a nice ride of my own. Let's make it an even bet, shall we?
[ quinn leisurely returns the balls to the triangle, goes over to select a new cue stick, taking great pains to look them over, and then nods towards the table. ] Mind if I break?
with the tiniest smirk, he bends to line up his cue... and then lets it crack against the ball, sending them all whizzing across the board at lightning speed. every colored ball promptly finds its way to a pocket, the 8 ball teetering on the edge of one for a moment as they all settle. quinn lofts the stick and blows on the end of it - and the 8 ball drops in too.
he gives damon the most shit eating grin ever, and says: ] Well, will you look at that.
[ so. unimpressed. ] What is it about hustling. [ sorry, quinn, but he's going to move to slam you face first against the pool table, arm behind your back, atk of 24, (11 damage, if it goes through you dick ] That it's a gentleman's sport?
[ his face smacks against the table hard, but he doesn't struggle, just chuckles, cheek pressed against the felt as he says: ] Feels a bit like sore losing from this angle. You haven't even bought me dinner yet.
If you're into that, maybe find another gullible vampire to rip off. [ He leans down though which doesn't... counter his whole bought him dinner commentary. ] What'd you do? Are you a psion? [ Is that what they're called? Is this an Adam? He hates Adam's. ]
[ Letting up only slightly, he gives Quinn room to pull himself up from the pool table. When he turns, he locks eyes with him, wanting the truth. (That and, he's probably trying to get out of this bet. He can't just not bring the car back...) So, he'll attempt to dominate the poor bastard which might be stupid but, this is Damon... (DC 20) ]
And that's the catch. Because it is a honed skill. I'm gonna say that falls under 'Why you won't be getting a car that isn't even mine.' [ For starters. ] And I think that's about it, because I've been on the other side of one of your mind whammies. [ All psychokinetics are horrible people, obviously. ] Capiche?
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What'd you have in mind?
my hero
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Fine. Car it is. I've got a nice ride of my own. Let's make it an even bet, shall we?
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Fine. My shot?
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[ will... this... backfire. ]
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with the tiniest smirk, he bends to line up his cue... and then lets it crack against the ball, sending them all whizzing across the board at lightning speed. every colored ball promptly finds its way to a pocket, the 8 ball teetering on the edge of one for a moment as they all settle. quinn lofts the stick and blows on the end of it - and the 8 ball drops in too.
he gives damon the most shit eating grin ever, and says: ] Well, will you look at that.
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