[ It’s lucky for Gallagher that’s he’s, more or less, used to this. The bar is a classy hole in the wall, generally frequented only by regulars; it’s not even the first time Ratio has brought a date though it is the first time his date has looked like they were enjoying themself.
And Ratio is, too, though it might not be so obvious. His gaze drops to the man’s hip on the table, back up his body to his face, his eyebrow raising with it. A wager? He’s never been a betting man, and isn’t necessarily interested in starting now, but his curiosity has a hold of him. He lingers for just a moment before walking over to the wall and grabbing the cues and rack from the shelf, handing one of the cues over. ]
A wager without stakes? That’s hardly a wager. What do you propose?
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And Ratio is, too, though it might not be so obvious. His gaze drops to the man’s hip on the table, back up his body to his face, his eyebrow raising with it. A wager? He’s never been a betting man, and isn’t necessarily interested in starting now, but his curiosity has a hold of him. He lingers for just a moment before walking over to the wall and grabbing the cues and rack from the shelf, handing one of the cues over. ]
A wager without stakes? That’s hardly a wager. What do you propose?