Moving to the well lit entrance, he opened the door, a small bell jingling as he did so. Not exactly a common greeting for a pool hall, but oh well. Foot was held open for his following company, gaze glancing well within the noisy establishment. It seemed fairly well packed this early in the evening.

Well.. first impression certainly isn't bad. Suppose we dare to tempt whatever else is inside?

He joked, trying to sound somewhat philosophical with his high level high school english background. Hah.. that was a laugh in itself. He was from the backwoods of Texas, and there was no way around that one. First glance could establish that to an extent, but hearing a bit of that southern twang within his speech pretty much sealed the deal. But he didn't care, and apparently neither did to many others.

That it is.

He mused in reply, allowing the door to slide shut behind him. Single hand brushed lightly along her back, letting her know he was behind her now before stepping around to lead the way. To where, he wasn't exactly sure just yet. Perhaps a try at a pool table?

Have you ever played pool before?

Was the questioning statement, handsome gaze shifting to look back at her a moment before focusing upon where he was headed. Stepping around some random couple making out under a dimly lit light, head shook mildly before heading towards the far side of the building, which was lined with pool tables. The majority were already taken, games in place and kids crowded around to either play, watch, or socialize. Spotting an empty one, he figured he'd give the girl a bit of entertainment. The idea surely couldn't hurt.

As far as he was concerned, his thoughts would remain a mystery, unless she asked that is. Even then, it wasn't likely he'd pour himself out to her. He was too cautious for that, even if he did find her to be quite a sweetheart.

Oh.. is that the case? Alright then.. you're on.

He grinned, moving towards an unoccupied table alongside of a couple of guys and their obvious cheerleader girlfriends who were playing a game of their own. Gaze lifted to the wallside stick rack, where he grabbed two. Laying her's across the table, he grabbed the chalk and fixed his up. Satisfied shortly after, he grabbed the triangle and fixed the balls on the table as well. Setting the cue ball in place, he stepped back, his gaze shifting towards her. There were chairs right beside them, against the wall. She could set her stuff down there without worry of anyone messing with it, for they were right here.

Want to go first?

Sly smirk was upon his features, handsome gaze still steadily upon her own.

Well if that's the way you want to do this.. then alright.

He smirked, shrugging mildly as he took the stick into hand and moved alongside the table. Placing the edge of the blue tipped pool stick against the white cue ball, he set his hands and then pulled back. Seconds later he'd hit the ball at an angle, causing it to roll off into the group of traingled balls - scattering them in all directions. A single striped ball rolled into a corner pocket, the cue ball settling somewhere amongst the chaotic mess.

Guess you're solids.

He mused, gaze lifting as he eyed the table over again.

You want to go, or shall I go again?

He'd made one in - and could go again. But it was only the first shot, so he wasn't all that concerned. Maybe he'd go easy on her.. just maybe.

Alright.

He shrugged in response, gaze returning upon the pool table as he shifted form to line up the cue ball once more. Click of the balls could be heard, then the sound of them cascading against the side of the table before rolling silently to a halt. He'd missed his shot by a few inches, causing the ball to bounce back away from the hole, hitting another of her own closer instead. Crappy shot, but oh well. It was pool.. that's what happened.

Go for it.

Straightening up, he grabbed the chalk and rubbed it briefly across the stick tip, blowing softly as a puff of blue was emit into the air behind him. He'd made sure not to do so in her direction. Smart boy. Leaning back against the building wall behind him, gaze glanced around the area for a moment before returning back to the girl. Time to see if she could play or not.

Features remained unexpressive, form still leaning calmly against the wallside.

We'll play this one right, so go ahead.

He commented, arms crossing against his ruggid exterior, pool stick held only be a few fingers, and with little concern. Gaze held only mild intrigue and amusement. Perhaps he'd underestimated her. And if not, then she was great at bluff. Either way.. he liked it.

Oh, I bet.

Was the smirked reply to her first statement, a mild nod being given to her second. Moving from his wallside stance only moments after she'd moved to join him, he walked around the pool table before repositioning for a shot. Stick was laid atop the green felt, single hand upon the table to be used as a prop. The blue tip hit the cue ball as he had before, this time pocketing a single blue striped ball. Having made the shot, he shifted again for a second. This time the ball he'd aimed at shifted a bit far to the right, barely missing the pocket before rolling aside to bump into one of the girl's own solid balls. He seemed to have a tendency of doing that. He'd make a shot, then barely miss the next. Crappy luck, he supposed. Brow raised as he glanced back over at her.

Not too bad.. I guess.

He covered, making a slight motion for her to take her chances once again.