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Post by Kait on Jun 12, 2006 19:06:40 GMT -5
"I see... And if a pool ball happens to fly up and hit you in the head, allow me to apologize ahead of time..."
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Post by Ze on Jun 12, 2006 19:09:11 GMT -5
"oh, and I'm sorry if a dog bites you in the leg."
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Post by Kait on Jun 12, 2006 19:11:53 GMT -5
"Perfect... War of the mutants..." *He gave another slight smile.*
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Post by Ze on Jun 12, 2006 19:14:10 GMT -5
"who will win? nature boy? or the book worm?" he gave Drake a challenging smile.
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Post by Kait on Jun 12, 2006 19:22:24 GMT -5
"I don't even need to ask that question... I'm pretty confident about the answer..."
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Post by Ze on Jun 12, 2006 19:24:28 GMT -5
"so I'd win? good, glad to know we both agree on that." Wilde smirked and continued palying pool.
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Post by Kait on Jun 12, 2006 19:32:08 GMT -5
*Drake just shook his head, his black hair falling into his eyes as he continued to play, steadily improving...*
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Post by Ze on Jun 12, 2006 19:34:10 GMT -5
There wasn't much more that Wilde could improve on in his game strategy. As long as he aimed well, he'd do fine.
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Post by Kait on Jun 12, 2006 19:43:41 GMT -5
*Drake tried his hardest but still couldn't seem to keep up with Wilde. Finally he just set the pool stick aside with a sigh.* "Ok, I give up."
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Post by Ze on Jun 12, 2006 19:44:12 GMT -5
"how can you give up? if you give up you'll never get better."
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Post by Kait on Jun 12, 2006 19:50:02 GMT -5
"Well, nothing I'm doing here is making me better. Perhaps you're just too good..."
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Post by Ze on Jun 12, 2006 19:52:34 GMT -5
"now you're just trying to flatter me." he smirked.
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Post by Kait on Jun 12, 2006 19:57:28 GMT -5
*Drake just shrugged.* "Whatever works..."
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Post by Ze on Jun 12, 2006 19:59:06 GMT -5
He sighed, "fine fine fine... let's go somewhere else then... no more pool for now, maybe another time. Come on Drake." he walked away from the pool table.
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Post by Kait on Jun 12, 2006 20:04:31 GMT -5
"Still not giving up on me?" *Drake just followed after him, hands in his pockets.*
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