[ 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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