Owner	Pose
Tabitha Smith	After destroying the pool table at the rec room of the Xavier institute, the other known tables on campus maybe kind of booked solid. But it beats blowing up a whole school. It does leave Tabby with fewer options when she needs to rack up and shoot. So that means coming into Harry's Hideaway on her days off. Thankfully the esteemed proprietor doesn't card and has no problems setting Tabby play as long as she doesn't look like she's working. So there she is in lime green jeans and a yellow Xavier sweatshirt cut to look shoulderless and allow midriff some air. Some old yellow chuck style sneakers on her feet while her red leather jacket is draped on a nearby table along with her sunglasses and a pint mug of beer. The girl herself lining up shots at the pooltable, the cueball clinking against random numbered balls mostly just to try and sink them when she can. The young woman not half bad either, managing to put some extra english on the ball to curve iit around some of the more difficult shots. Thankfully her hair is in a ponytail to keep out of her eyes as well.
Inez Temple	This isn't Inez's first time to Harry's. She was out here once before. Probably the best night of her recent memory, too. So she's come back around! Strolling in, she throws the door open wide and calls out, "Hey! Pour up a pitcher an' get one o' them steakburgers grillin'! Medium rare, I want that sucker still juicy when it hits th' table!" She flashes a grin as the bartender hurries to do just that. Helps when you come in and drop big bucks! She stands out anywhere she goes, almost six feet tall, with an athletic yet VERY curvy build that she doesn't bother to hide. A short brown leather skirt, a tiny brown leather crop top vest that ties together at the front, a duster stained around the hem, a battered stetson on her head, and honest to God cowboy boots with ACTUAL spurs. There's also a double set of gunbelts looped around her hips that are currently empty. She heads towards the pool tables, looking to one that has a small group of guys at it, one empty one, and one Tabby'd one! Meandering over towards Tabby, she reaches up to tip the brim of her hat, flashing an easygoing grin, "Howdy. Mind if I hop in?"
Tabitha Smith	The sound of spurts jingle jangle jingling gets her ears perking before they come though the door to the pool room. And the woman that comes through rather thorouhly gets Tabitha missing her next shout out of distraction. The smaller blonde has some distinct abundant curve aided by a level of fitness putting some muscle in the mix herself but she is still mostly out of her teens and hasn't quite hit her stride yet especially compared to the woman in the cowgirl get up. "Ummm, sure! Badass duster! I really gotta start shopping for one." she says and happily starts rounding the table to start extracting sunk poolballs. "I'm Tabby!" she offers in introduction as she pauses from setting up to quickly graab and down a large swig of her beer like its liquid courage. "Hope you aren't looking to hustle pool? I don't make enough money to risk and put it on a bet or anything." she says with a big goofy smile.
Inez Temple	Flashing a grin towards Tabby, she shrugs out of the duster and sets it aside, laying it over a stool and giving a nod, "A good duster'll carry ya though jes' bout anythin', darlin'. Take yer time findin' it. Like a good hat or boots, ya gotta break it in." Setting her hands to her hips, she keeps that easy grin on her face, "Name's Inez Temple, some folk call me Outlaw. Who do I get t'pleasure of meetin'?" There's more beautiful women. There's curvier women. More athletic women. Its the confidence that Inez carries with her everywhere that drives it all home and makes her charm so much more infectious. Moving towards the table, she lifts a brow, "Mind if I rack? Yer welcome t'break. An' d'ya prefer eight or nine ball?" Inez radiates down home country charm and good cheer, the sort that draws people in and puts smiles on faces. Grabbing up the triangle, she props her hands against the pool table and grins, "Ain't gotta bet nothin' if'n ya don't want. We c'n jes' be two gals enjoyin' a game o' pool. I even gotta a pitcher comin', keep yer whistle wet."
Tabitha Smith	"Well if full and cocodenames are being put out I go by Boom-Boom when I'm on the superclock. Tabitha Smith if I'm getting chewed out. But Tabby will do for being friendly!" Tabitha offers back cheerfully. "Shopping for the right articles of clothing is always a matter of time and breaking in after. Preaching to the choir there!" she agrees with the taller woman's words. "At least my "work clothes"." she puts up air quotes for her X-suits. "Only need breaking. God bless custome sci-fi tailoring tech." Tabitha states and giggles. "Go ahead and rack. Nine's fine but eight gives us just a little longer to play. I'm just mostly practicing. Getting a ball to curve in motion or ricochet plays into my powers. Even if tthe skill became redundant I still like to keep on top a my game." the Virginian mutant explains with a smile as she quickly chugs the rest of her beer. "If there's a pitcher coming. I might just be appreciative enough and obligated to buy the next one." Tabby adds with a sageful nod of her head.
Inez Temple	"Ah yeah, y'all have like.. team uniforms. Me, I jes' wear what I want. More comfortable that way. I can't work if I ain't comfy, y'know?" Inez rolls her shoulders and flashes a grin. Nodding to the preference for eight-ball, she starts pulling the balls in and getting them set properly for the break. Stretching out across the table, she rolls the last few balls in and pops them into place. Inez rolls them around a little, jostling them into a good set, then whips the triangle away with a flourish, "There! Go 'head an' break, darlin'." She tucks the triangle away and goes to pour herself a glass from the pitcher, refilling Tabby's glass while she's at it. "So yer comin' from up at th'school then? Xaviers? I got... well, he ain't we ain't put a label on nothin' but... got me a sweetheart that works up there. Good guy." Inez's grin softens to a smile as she moves to pick out a cue, testing out a few before laning on one she likes.