While everyone else headed for the fridge and the sandwiches therein, Scott glanced across the room to the pool table and opted for a different route. He'd eaten on the plane on the way here, so he wasn't hungry as yet. What he could go for, on the other hand, was a nice cause and effect challenge of angles and planes (not the flying kind, though he's good with those too). Sixteen balls on the table and a near infinite number of options for how to put them in the pockets. It was definitely his kind of game.

Walking over to the table, he could see there was already a game in progress and striking angles and deflections and reflections and a veritable plethora of spacial analysis calculations spun through his head almost without conscious thought. By the time he'd reached the table, he'd figured seven different ways to sink all five of the remaining solids in a single shot, and four ways to sink the remaining seven stripes. Now all he had to do was actually get the shot execution right. Picking up the discarded cue stick, he walked around to the back side of the table and lined up his shot, then slammed it forward into the gleaming white cue ball with just enough force to get the chain reaction going. And go it did, sinking one ball after another until the last solid hit the bumpers at too steep an angle and deflected back onto the table instead of into the pocket.

Scott let out a small huff of annoyance and sunk the remaining solid, then set about lining up his shot for the stripes. Or his first shot, at least, if things kept going the way they were. He kept an ear on the conversation on the other side of the room though, and an amused smile played at his lips when the japanese girl very boldly revealed her marriage to Logan and Sparkles just as blatantly tried to hide her disappointment by asking for a date for the evening. He pegged Atticus as the first taker, now that his biggest "competition" was apparently spoken for, but if no one did step up he figured he could keep her company for safety's sake.