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Job done. The bad guys are dead and the girls are home safely. Overall, Jay’s in a pretty good mood. Time to kick back.

He may have had a few before he started his shift but that doesn’t seem to be affecting his game much.

Happy hours
Specials – pretty much whatever you want.
Or let the barman pick for you.

Beat the barman at a game of pool and the next round is on him.
(No superpowers or praeternatural tricks.)

Come say hello, have a drink, play a game.

{ooc: packing to move house as I play so may be a little sporadic.}

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Wryly: "Well, I don't believe I've ever played pool."

Sherral has a file with him as he approaches, with something illegible scribbled on the front and several colour-coded sections, because he is An Well-Organised Officer And Stuff. He's not looking at it right now, though.

"Or heard of it, for that matter."

"Even better!" Jay grins, taking the file off Sherral and putting it aside. Can't relax if you're thinking about work.

He hands Sherral a cue. "The aim of the game is to use the white ball to knock the coloured balls into the pockets, preferentially before your opponent sinks all of theirs. Like so."

He demonstrated by lining up the tip of the cue to bounce the white ball off one of the yellow balls, knocking it into a pocket.

"We take turns and if you sink one, you get another go. However if you sink the black ball; game over, you loss. Make sense? Have a practise go before I reset the table."

Sherral crooks an eyebrow down, but tries mimicking Jay. The white ball moves, but doesn't actually hit any of the other balls - more because of a lack of appropriate technique than a lack of hand-eye coordination.

Sherral grumbles slightly. "Am I permitted to use supernatural powers if you don't see me do it?"

"Cheat!" Jay growls playfully and give Sherral a gentle bump. "It' does help to have a couple of drinks in you, just to loosen up."

He leans over Sherral, practically draping himself against him to help him adjust his grip, showing him how to slide the cue across the top of his hand.

"You're making it difficult to focus," Sherral notes - although it seems that despite any such reduced focus, he's still a relatively quick study, as this time he at least manages to bounce the white ball off another ball.

"Hey, I know how good you are. Think I'm going to teach you and then let you kick my ass without a little distraction?" Jay purrs, withdrawing his touch in a slow, intentional slide up Sherral's arm.

"You are incorrigible and a flatterer," Sherral says firmly, nudging backwards against Jay. "Your turn, I think."

"Something you've known for a very, very long time now." Jay teases, leaning over the table to take his shot (and make sure Sherral has a good view as he does. He makes sure to sink the first one and miss the second, trying not to make it look like he's going easy on Sherral.

Sherral laughs, pacing around the table. Wryly: "Did you miss that on purpose?" Pause. "I've seen you shoot, I have a fairly firm grasp on how good your hand-eye coordination skills are."

Jay grins back, trying to look innocent. "Would I do that? Besides, you won't get a chance to practice if I clear the table before you get another turn."

"You would do that," Sherral says gravely, taking a shot and failing to pot any balls. "You would definitely do that."

"Consider this a practice round. You can challenge me properly when you've got the hang of it." Jay offers, playing a quick trick shot to bounce the white ball across the length of the table and pocket the ball behind where it started.

"It's a touch optimistic to think I will get the hang of it," Sherral says amusedly.

Jay leans in close, "You forget. I've seen you fight too. I know how fast you learn and how hard you play."

Sherral laughs, inclining his head towards Jay's. "Thank you for the kind compliment."

"It's the truth." Jay growls softly, brushing his lips against Sherral's jaw. "Hell, I have to bruises to prove it."

"You don't seem entirely interested in playing this game," Sherral says, with Extreme And Not At All Mocking Solemnity.

"Oh, I am." Jay purrs, not at all put off. "I'm just enjoying playing with you at the same time." He kisses Sherral playfully and heads for the bar. "What do you feel like?"

"Tea, if you will," Sherral says, grinning after him.

"I'm mixing the best drinks in the multiverse and you want tea?" He looks at Sherral, exasperated.

"I'm sorry, did I offend your delicate sensibilities?" Sherral asked, padding over to Jay and sliding a hand through his hair.

Jay turns his head to nip at the inside of Sherral's wrist with a playful grin. "You've insulted my inner barman. Or do Captains not allow themselves to drink, even when they're off duty?"

Sherral laughs. "I drink. I could drink you under the table and all."

"That's a challenge I will take you up on one day!" He laughs. "I can't imagine you drunk but I look forward to seeing it."

Sherral chuckles. "Go satisfy your inner barman, then. You can choose what I have."