Log: Garrison and Jubilee

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Jubilee challenges Garrison to a game of pool





Jubilee pulled the triangle off the side of the table and started placing the balls in the middle of it.

"So, how 'bout we make this a little interesting?" She said, a grin of confidence flashed at Garrison. She'd gotten back into the country about an hour ago, and jet lag was currently biting at her heels but she figured a game of pool at Finnegan's would see her right till bedtime. "Loser pays for drinks."

"Really so eager to buy me drinks? You could have just worn a low cut top or something."

"Oh Dude, I am gonna totally cream you at this game. Like, in years to come, people will whisper about your defeat. Bloodshed, rains of frogs - it's gonna be a slaughter." Jubilee pulled the triangle away and gestured for Kane to go first. "Age before beauty."

"I'll have you know that many find me beautiful. I don't even need to do the whole Kubrick 'Me so horny' shtick to reel them in."

Regardless, Kane sighted up the ball and broke cleanly. He wasn't the best pool player, but he was good enough and his first two shots had two solids down. He lined up a third but just caught the edge of the bumper, leaving it perched on the edge of the pocket.

"You know, if you're gonna line up ways for me to wound your man-steem, I'm totally gonna take 'em," Jubilee replied, making a trick shot and watching Kane's ball, plus another fall neatly into the pockets while lining her up for another shot. "Sort of like that. I mean, if you wanna quit now, I'm pretty sure I can find some place for you to have a nap."

"You already dropped one for me." Kane hit the 8 on the edge, slamming down another solid. "Do you want to make this interesting?"

Jubilee leaned her pool stick against her shoulders and pondered him.

"How interesting we talking? Like, you cleaning my place in a maid's outfit, or something a little Marius flavored where the loser does a lap of the table with their pants down?"

"After that push of your cleavage?" Kane hit another ball into the pocket. "That being said, if you want to make that a challenge, I'll beat you."

"Two outta three then, Gar. Loser pays for all drinks for the night, and has to do a lap." Jubilee picked up the beer she'd been drinking and took a gulp from it.

She figured her odds were about 50/50 on actively winning the bet but after she'd heard how the last X-man mission had gone, well, she could stand the idea of showing off her ms Pacman undies if it gave Garrison a chance to blow off some stress.

"I don't know why you're so eager to show off whatever neon coloured thong you're wearing, but you've made a major tactical error." Kane said, chalking up his stick. "You see, I date Adrienne Frost. A woman who considers men's underwear to be an unnecessary delay. So, I'm playing not only for the glory of victory, but also not giving you an eyeful that will instantly destroy any relationship you've ever had and have you chasing me desperately until the end of your days."

"Now I'm having to make a decision between like, burning you bad or not hurting your delicate man pride lest I earn the wrath of said girlfriend. Tough decision, dude." Jubilee quipped as she spotted the waitress delivering her chicken wings, and waved her over to the small table situated at a perfect distance from where they currently stood. She'd been rather proud of that find considering how packed Finnegan's usually was. "I figure as long as I take photos of your little lap, she'll probably forgive me."

"See, that's always the response. Oh, I'm above it all. There is no temptation for me. I bet it's really small anywise. And yet, creeping slowly into your thoughts is always... what if?" Kane lined up the 3 and drained it in a long stroke. "What if I had an excuse? What if we were on a desert island together? Or trapped in a tent in a blizzard? Or on a sinking ship?"

"Dude, we had that excuse already, remember? It was pretty good from what I remember, I'm not like, denyin' that. But it's just trash talk - I don't like, really have any opinion on your desirability either way. Would I jump you again if we were both single and you were willing? Totally. I'm involved, not dead. But I'd have to like, totally think pretty damn poorly of everyone involved if I figured I could make a run at you just for some hot and dirty sex right now. That ain't the way I roll, and unless I'm completely ignorant of who you are, I doubt you're that way either."

Jubilee bit into one of her chicken wings and then took a drink of beer before she waved it vaguely at the table.

"I'm not really gonna make you drop trou in the middle of Finnegan's if you lose, dude. Most of the time I just say shit cause I think I'm funny. But if I like, for a minute thought I was gonna hurt someone, then that's a line, yeah? I don't hurt friends - or at least, I try hard not to."

"Wow, you are easy to rattle, Jubes." Kane grinned, circling the pool table. "I was just giving you shit, not moralizing at you. Besides, if you really wanted to sleep with me, I'd just put you on the phone with Adrienne. You'd be amazed at the odds of her saying yes and providing a cast list."

He glanced the 6 off the corner of the side pocket and hissed with frustration as he surrendered the table to her.

"Dude, you totally suck. I seriously thought you'd gone all weird on me and shit," Jubilee poked her tongue out at him and bit into another chicken wing. "And now, I finish this! Grab a wing, dude. I bought enough for both of us."

Jubilee moved around the table to her next ball and quickly potted it, following up with another quick two before standing back to look at her options. Nothing quick or easy left, and frankly she was way too competitive to not take the actual game seriously.

"It depends. I'm waiting on a text from Adrienne. I can only have hot sauce if... certain things aren't happening tonight." He watched her miss a shot and re-chalked his stick. "So, again, I'm betting on a neon orange thong." He dropped the 6 finally and moved on to the 2 ball.

"How much money you willin' to put on that G-man?" Jubilee quipped, leaning on her pool cue as she watched him.

"I got fifty and a tit shot on the game."

"How about we make it a clean hundred and if you lose you've gotta sing Taylor Swift's 'Shake it off' on the front lawn of the mansion in your underwear."

Jubilee grinned and took a swig of her beer before saluting him with the bottle.

"Geez, Lee. I was kidding." Kane said, surprised how quickly she was escalating things, especially since he only had one solid remaining on the table. Jokes aside, he wasn't sure he wanted to explain to Kurt how he got topless photos of his girlfriend. "But fine, you want to put a bet on it, I'll take the hundred and the loser owes a favour to the winner."

"I always say go big, or go home, dude," Jubilee replied with another grin, but she shrugged and took another drink before answering. "I say you have a bet, then."

"Alright then. Shot is yours." He said as he stepped away from the table.

Jubilee stepped up, eyeing the table carefully as she considered her shots. She wasn't worried about owing Garrison a favour, he was a fairly straight forward guy, and a Canadian mounty at that. He wasn't likely to ask her for anything quite as dangerous or nasty as her job currently asked of her. She took her first shot, slamming two home in quick succession before standing back with a frown. To get her next ball, she was going to have to make a shot that she'd flubbed more then once before.

"Alright Lee. This is stick-handling time, right now."

She made the shot.

It was not what she'd expected, and she grinned brightly at Garrison and gestured to the pool table.

"Dude, my stick handling skills are without peer."