Jocasta heard Neil's return by the resounding bang that accompanied him kicking the door in, his arms preoccupied with a literal crate of alcoholic drinks, as many varieties as could be found. Neil had forgot to ask Jocasta's drink of choice and Neil wasn't picky himself. He also managed to pick up a pizza before he made it back. 

"Uh..." Jocasta said when she saw him walk in, balancing tray after tray of drinks with a hot pizza on top. Somehow he managed to balance them all, placing it gently on the table in the break area. Satisfied it wouldn't topple, Jocasta rummaged in a cabinet, spinning and giving a sly grin. "I got the shot glasses!" 

"Nice! The pool table ready?" 

"You mean [i]b i l l i a r d s[/i]?" She corrected, overemphasizing the word, before changing her entire energy and said. "Yeah it's ready." 

"So you wanna like, play for money? Make it interesting?" Neil asked, hopefully. 

"All the money is mine, though." Her words caused Neil to lose his smile, but he bounced back almost instantly. 

"How about a drinking game then?" He shot at her. Jocasta stroked a nonexistent beard on her chin, considering the offer for a moment before nodding, giving him a 'deal.' Neil took the pizza down, opening the box, the steam hitting his face. It was cheesy, with a cornucopia of toppings. "Alright, so we doin' one shot a point?" 

"Eight ball, scratch rules. I get first shot. You rack 'em," She declared, tossing a pool cue at Neil without warning. The young man caught it in both hands, eyes wide. '[i]Heyyy[/i],' he said, impressed and getting off the couch. Neil was pretty good, but he wasn't professional by any means. He honestly wasn't sure which of them would take this. Reaching into his jacket he had hung on the chair, he took out some sunglasses and placed a toothpick in his mouth. 

"Nice look," she said with a smirk. He grinned, and turned the holoscreen on with a casual press of the button with the end of his pool cue. 

"You don't look too bad yourself, baby." He said.