*Van raises an eyebrow at NightHawk's "only a girl" comment. Boy, this guy sure isn't interested in making a good impression. If there is something Van hates more than a f-cking condescending attitude, she's too pissed to think of it right now. She gathers her fingers together into a fist, and slowly tenses the muscles in her right arm. Suddenly Van shakes head slightly and snaps out of it.*
"Nah, it's not worth it..." Van mumbles slightly under her breath.
*Van turns to Nighthawk and puts on a fake smile*
"Actually, I've done pretty well for myself being "only a girl" these past 20 years. And also, I don't think you'll ever have to worry about the subject of dating coming up between you and me." Van finishes abruptly.
*She turns her attention back to Drachen and Mark... just as a cue-ball whizzes through the air*
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*Van grins as Drachen plays along with her by stumbling back a little at her push. What a cool guy
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"Not a problem at all, I'd love to play with both of you." Van reaches into hammerspace and pulls out her black/green celtic patterned cue. "And about that other threesome thing, I don't think there is enough b33r in this world to get me ta do that" Van grins rakishly, then proceeds to drain her b33r mug.
"Wanna lag for shooting order?"
[OOC] In case you don't know what the heck I'm talking about... Definition of Lag: starting the head of the table, a each player simultaneously shoots a ball so it hits the cushion at the foot of the table, and rolls back the head of the table. The player whose ball ends up closest to the head cushion of the table breaks, next closest shoots after that etc. One of you can write this if ya want. [/OOC]