Pool teaching (for 6thseasonbuffy)

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Yeah, it had taken Reid a bit of recon to find a place that was likely to be decent for making it possible to both play pool and relax, but then again, he had the whole of the day for it, and since he meant to enjoy things, he didn't do this bit casually, either.

Eventually, he liked a place - and no, it wasn't extremely cultured or anything. Just had a feel to it that rang true with Reid. That was enough - there was enough experience for him to trust that.

He texted the location to Tony. And then went to look around some more. No, he really hadn't been there before. So. It had to be explored, the place. Yes, it was big. No, that wasn't intimidating.

Eventually, he got home and rested a bit, because. And then he made his way to the pool place, settling with a beer to wait for the other guy to show up. Not that he had any idea where things were going to end up - maybe just a game, maybe an interesting conversation. Maybe longer hanging around would end up in them fighting, which he'd keep to civilized levels, because he'd learned, but still; and maybe they were going to have a different ending for the night altogether. Mmmm keeping an open mind.

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Tony wasn't particularly worried, in any case. He'd pretty much grown-up on the streets of Toronto and if you couldn't take care of yourself with the less tolerant crowds there then you were pretty much screwed for life. Simple distaste or people calling names didn't bother you as much when you knew what a true gay bashing, in every sense of the word, looked like. That, and years of having a vampire babysitter who tended to glare people into submission if he thought they were "being rude" in his opinion had given Tony a kind of confidence that he at least had someone on his side in a pinch.

He watched Reid shift the striped balls out of the path he'd been trying for and then set up his shot again, concentrating. Tony aimed the pool cue, and smoothly sent the tip striking against the cue ball. Unfortunately, the hit was far too hard and both balls went into the pocket, one after the other. Sheepishly, Tony straightened and held his pool cue in front of him like it might be a shield against mockery.

"So...not like that, huh?"

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Reid was unlikely to cause that kind of trouble; he was more likely to make said vampire babysitter's company unnecessary. However, a meeting between those two had the potential of going from weird to difficult.

The blond moved very quickly - humanly quickly, thank you - diving for the pocket to hold the cue ball before it rolled with the other one. Out of habit. Then he held it up and grinned, not quite as sheepishly, but a bit.

"'s easier than getting it out if it rolls down the channel." The blue eyes were clear now, although, while his head was ducking down in the dive, there might have been a slight fiery flare, a small Use of his power to hold the white ball another half-instant, in case he didn't reach it in time. Also out of habit.

He set his catch on the starting spot and cocked his head at Tony. "Yeah... generally, not like that. Umm. Unless you're shooting for a ball that's on the other end of the table, or doing a shot that's going to go around a bit, you don't really need to hit all that hard. Another thing you don't want is any ball hopping over the edge." Reid would mock about anything and everything that somebody perceived as their strength, something to brag about; less often about weaknesses and mistakes.

But he couldn't resist showing off a little bit, and his smile widened slightly. "And by a shot that goes around... heh." He pointed to a striped ball. "Okay, this one. To hit it from where the cue ball is, it'll have to bounce off here, and here, and here," he touched three spots on the walls of the table with the butt of his cue. "I wanna make sure it is still rolling for all of that, so I've gotta shoot it a bit," he leaned over the table with unconscious ease, narrowing his eyes, aimed, and made the hit, "harder."

The cue ball did bounce off the three spots he'd indicated spots and hit the striped ball - but not strong enough to actually tip it into the pocket. "Oops. 'm good, not perfect?" But he was grinning again, point mostly demonstrated. "Your turn. Pick your next shot?"