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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bored Bill is bored.

Against better judgment he asks Bar for something to do and she gives him a box and a root beer float.

Lifting the box he arches a brow.

"Really? C'mon."

The float disappears and his eyes widen.

"Hey, okay. I asked, I'll give it a try."

The float reappears along with a bowl of M&Ms.

Smiling Bill opens the box and sets up the game, his first attempt careening off at an odd angle into someones drink.

"Oh damn, sorry."


Anyone up for Tiddledy Winks?


[tiny tag of law enforcement: Kate Beckett]

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[fanofthegenre]

"Is this what you do when you're at a lack for ideas?" asks the detective sitting a little ways away.

Clearly, she's mistaken him for someone else.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He glances over and laughs, not realizing she thinks she knows him.

"Bar's idea, actually. Don't know how long it's been since I've played this."

He has a southern accent, which might help, or it could be taken as Castle just being more annoying stranger than usual.

His eyes go up and in an arc over the edge of the counter following another errant piece.

"Haven't made one on the board yet."

[fanofthegenre]

The accent leads her to raise a brow, but then again, she's heard of (and seen) him doing much more ridiculous things than this.

Beckett rises from her seat to slide into a closer one.

"Muscle memory. You'll get it eventually."

She waits for his innuendo to inevitably follow.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Usually if innuendo happens around Bill it's happening to him, so, instead of dirty comments she gets a friendly smile and he moves his glass a bit to give her more room.

"Well, I got plenty of time to get it right, I guess."

Another failed attempt and he gestures to the other pieces sitting on the counter.

"Wanna give it a shot?"

[fanofthegenre]

Suspicion starts a-brewin'. But she's not going to allow herself to crack the charade this early, so she decides to play along.

"Sure," she decides, surprised at her own admission, and makes her first attempt.

It's wide and goes skittering off the opposite edge of the bar.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Oblivious Bill is oblivious.

He watches her take a shot and chuckles.

"I don't remember it bein' this tricky at all."

He tries again and manages to wing the corner of the box. Closer, but still no cigar.

[fanofthegenre]

"I know what you mean," Beckett agrees, really starting to get into it at this point.

Her next attempt barely skims over the edge of the box and she releases a huff in slight frustration.

"First laser tag, now this? Do you have some secret inner child that I don't know about, Castle?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He takes his time lining up his next shot, eyeballing the distance from the piece to the box, carefully applying pressure to the edge and...

"Ha!"

It's only a five point score but hey, it's something at least.

Grinning, he fist pumps in the air then freezes when her last words register.

"Huh?"

[fanofthegenre]

"Come on," she murmurs, shooting him the kind of look that only he gets lately.

But when his expression doesn't change, realization strikes.

"You're not Rick Castle."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Rick?"

He shakes his head quickly.

"Nah-uh, I'm Bill. Pardy."

Okay, so he's been called Mal, Kevin and now Rick? What the hell, is there some crazy copy machine going off somewhere or something?

[fanofthegenre]

She shakes her head, grinning.

"Sorry. You're just a dead ringer for this guy I work with."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Oh no, it's all right I just... " He takes a quick look around as if to spot this new twin then looks back at her. "I never heard of him."

He scratches his ear he lets out a light laugh.

"I outta be used to this sorta thing by now. S'just weird. An' I'm sorry, what's your name?"

[fanofthegenre]

"Well, if he finds out he has a lookalike, he'll probably want to meet you," Beckett admits.

"Oh. I'm Detective Beckett - Kate."

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

Charlie, eating a salad with his water, fishes the piece out and tosses it back to the man. "I haven't seen that game in years." It was the sort of cheap, harmless game that the orphanage liked.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Crap, sorry."

He catches the piece,almost drops it, then sets it back on the counter.

"It's a lot harder than I remember it," He says with a sheepish smile.

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"I remember it being a very frustrating game. Then again, I grew up to dabble in golf, and it's the same basic idea, only with very different tools." Though he supposes that could be said of many sports.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"It's sure gettin' to me now," He agrees, careening another wink off his glass.

"I played football an' this ain't the same as that at all."

Another piece goes sailing, this time back over his shoulder.

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"That's not much of a targeting sport, is it? Even you play quarterback, you wouldn't have to aim the same way." He's seen enough football to get the idea, but Hub City was not much of a football hotbed.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"That's what I played," He nods, "an' it sure ain't helpin' me now."

It might be he's spoken too soon. Just as he finishes speaking his blue chip lands in the box.

"Hey, fifteen points. All right."

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you should have tried archery?" Albeit with tiny arrows.

"Charlie." He extends a hand.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"I think these are safer," He laughs.

He shakes hands, firm but friendly and nods.

"Bill."

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Safer but less interesting. I had a friend who used arrows as part of his crimefighting career. I can't imagine he would have gotten very far with tiddlywinks." The Green Winker? No.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

The image makes him laugh and then give a curious headtilt.

"Crimefighter?" Bill doubts he means a cop.

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Super-hero. Let me guess...no super-heroes in your world?" Not surprising to him anymore, and yet still hard to imagine.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"No, but I've met folks here who got powers an' such."

It's a little weird at first but Bill's learned to get over things like that pretty quick.