PC's: Nina Reynolds, Jasper Location: Zeke's Pool Hall Summary: Nina gives Jasper the could shoulder after his exstreamly rude encounter with her in the Tube Cafe a couple days previous. "...Nice shady little joint," Jasper surmises, following through his steps down the stairs, and brushing through the crowds. He taps the filter of his cigarette, sending ash, once more, towards the floor. A final drag, before the cigarette is discarded. A slight twitch of the forearm. A slight brushing of fingertips across an unshaven face. The man moves towards the bar, lingers long enough to get a drink, then drifts over towards the pool tables. Near the entrance.. after Jasper gets his drink and Nina is still trying to fiddle with her game of pool a thin whisp of smoke curls up ever so slightly from the carpet on the floor from where a tiny little glowing bit of ash from Jasper's cigarrette is smoldering. Nina Reynolds works on her next shot, not paying overly much attention to the others in the place, keeping her nose out of other peoples busines. Wrinkling his nose a bit, Jasper slips a gaze over the nearest tables - Over the game going on there, more specifically. Like Nina, his grasp of the game doesn't seem professional, or ovely talented. All evident in the way his interest wanes, moving on to the next table, along with his person, despite a heated shot. A glass is lifted to his lips, cola colored beverage inside. Tasted. Swallowed. Stirred. Nina Reynolds continues with her game, her battle to sink the last two balls apparently a long term endeavor. The woman is patient though and not in a hurry.. ah.. the weekend and a day off from work. Weekends. Weekdays. They mean little when your job, and life, is fulltime. Deals here. Arrangements there. Drugs on the side, and violence for hire. Alluring, certainly, at a casual glance. But far less entertaining, when you actually have to live it. Jasper raises his glass once more to his lips, and swallows rum laiden with cola. Regarding that ash on the floor? It's completely lost from his vision, or memory. Let the mother fucker burn. As Nina lines up a shot, Jasper cocks his head to the side, and offers a reassuring, "Don't scratch," to the woman. Nina Reynolds takes her shot and the target ball sinks into a pocket on luck and the cue ball bounces around a while before it stops. Nina stands up with a smile on her face as she seems not bothered by the interuption.. but as recognition comes across her face upon seeing Jasper her smile slips off and fades to nothing, "Okay." and she turns around to play the game further as she moves around the table. Mmmm. That's a conversation stopper. An interaction stopper for that matter as well. Fortunatly, one of Jasper's worst (or best) attributes, is the fact that he just doesn't care. "That wasn't much of a reply," the man states, evenly. "You're supposed to laugh, and giggle, giddily, at the charming way I approached your table, and singled you out." Hrm, and where's that next cigarette, Jasper. Fricking chainsmokers. It materializes from his pocket, and is promptly tucked behind his ear. Nina Reynolds glances up as she tries to line up on her last ball on the table, "I'm truely sorry.. but I save those responses for people which are entertaining and in some manner worthy of my time." "Ahh. Well then I suppose you're in luck, because you'll have a chance to use a few. I'm more than worthy of your time, chica. The question is, how long you can keep -my- attention." Jasper brushes a bit of nothing off his athletic shirt, tucks a hand into his pocket, pulls out a cellphone, checks the time, then deposits it, once more. "So far you're doing alright. Playing the 'I'm cold, professional, and dedicated' card. A bit overused, but hey, I suppose everyone needs to feel like they fill a role," Jasper adds, drawing closer to the table, passing you, the moving to the far wall. He begins observing the sticks hung there, and finaly selects one. "Hurry up, and we'll rerack this game while you procure an introduction." Nina Reynolds takes her shot after looking to her task for some moments and misses. As Nina stands to line up again to try it once more she responds, "It is truely an ill fate of luck that I gathered your attention at all.. for surely you have some pimped whore more apt to your tastes I'm sure." "Not very challenging," Jasper counters, taking his stick in one arm, then leaning against it. Jasper shrugs, leaving it at that for the moment. At that, he offers a bit of constructive critisism. "Might with to cut the ball a bit more. Better angle. More power. Less spin." Nina Reynolds moves to the wall and places the pool cue into the rack and then starts putting on her coat, offering not a word in response to Jasper. "That's cold, chica. You don't even know me, and you're walking away," Jasper levels back, dropping his pool stick on the table. "Perhaps we've gotten off on the wrong foot. Let's start this from the beginning." He clears his throat, steps around the table, and leans against it to take a seat. "Good evening. Nice pool game. I would be more than pleased to spend a few fascinating minutes reliving another, with you. Miss..." Trails off. Leaves it open ended. Nina Reynolds seems to lick the inside of her right cheek as she thinks over her options, her trenchcoat now on but not fastened up the front as she stands there near Jasper, "We have met." her voice short and concise, "In the Gateway Regency tube.. were you display'd to a large number of people an incredible lack of tact and disregard for anyone around you. Unless of course that was a twin brother of yours?" she raises a quizical brow. "I don't recall a twin, but I'm certain we haven't met," Jasper replies, shaking his head negatively, "For certainly a lady of your grace would have left a lasting impression." Tact? It's rarely used, but when your brain is augmented to super human levels to suit a corporate agenda, it's easily available. Just... not nessicarily preferred. Jasper's face rises to a confident smirk - Amused, perhaps. Nina isn't on her way down the street, afterall, so that's progress. Nothing like a good challenge, eh, Jasper? He takes a step in your direction, and gives your longcoat a little tug, then gestures to the wall. "Hang that thing up. It's not nearly warm enough in here to warrant it. I'll rack. You break." Nina Reynolds takes a step back from Jasper after his tug, her eyes looking to him as if in warning of him getting that close to her again. Another side step and then she turns and walks along the table, apparently towards the exit, "Peddle yourself elsewhere.. I'm not interested." The smirk on Jasper's face only widens - A grin. He shrugs, at the dismissal. "Sure thing, tits. But give life a try sometime, instead of wrapping yourself behind all that insecurity. It doesn't suite you." Uh-huh. Whatever Jasper. The man tips his head back, taking a sip of the cola, then wipes his mouth with his forearm. Another slight tremor. A twitch. Another shrug, and he goes about racking the table for himself, then. Nina Reynolds moves on without looking back or even a hesitation of concern for the man left behind. Must as if leaving bad gas in a room of strangers its only the desire for fresh air and a place which doesn't stink which motivates her now. You leave the confines of Zeke's and walk up the stairs and onto the street above.