With them both being men, saying that they were competitive was no stretch of the imagination. From there stemmed the suggestion to play pool, in other words, billiards. Eric had been playing for years, and even did so professionally from time to time, but it was guaranteed to be an interesting match against the natural, unreal hand-eye co-ordination Riley had.

A room away, Sebastian could be heard on one of his many business calls. While it was supposed to be just a guys night to hang out, none of them complained; they were all aware that instead Bast could have just turned them down and been at his office instead. All they could hear was his tone, but for a business call, it sounded astoundingly calm.

Sipping at some Budweiser, Eric and Riley had played a couple games already, which had ended quickly with a defeated Riley, when Bast finally entered the room, Blackberry away, looking poised and ready to begin enjoying himself. He suddenly gained a smirk which immediately unsettled the other two.

"I'd bet you my Mercedes that I could beat the both of you, together," Bast quickly came up with. Riley immediately snorted a laugh. Sebastian'd not seen the talent Eric had for this, and for a split second, Ri saw the youngest of them as someone who was possibly clinically insane.

"And if you don't lose?" Eric asked seriously, very curious as to what he would lose upon losing, which he didn't plan on.

"I don't intend otherwise, so I don't think it's fair for you to become short of possessions on such a poorly balanced bet," Sebastian reassured confidently. They still didn't know the other half of his mutant abilities, despite them having good clues, and for this reason he said what he had. He could manipulate probability, making him 'lucky' enough to master almost any game known to mankind.

"Alright guys, let's just say this one's for ego," Riley stepped in, still half believing that Sebastian was losing it a bit.

"Well if you insist, but it's your loss. Quite literally," Bast replied, picking up a pool cue, and examining it, before covering the tip with some blue chalk. "Go ahead, take the opening break."

"No, no, by all means," Eric encouraged as he finished setting up the triangle and set down the cue ball in position, waving a hand towards it all to tell Sebastian to start.

Riley watched eagerly as Bast didn't oppose, and smirked as he stood in position and bent over his cue stick to eye the table closely. Without even taking a few 'test' swings, as anyone normal would have, Sebastian pulled the cue stick back, and then drove it forward with power, contacting the cue ball perfectly. That little white ball shot towards the coloured (not a racist comment) balls like a bullet, and the effect as they connected looked like fireworks had gone off. Every single ball shot off in a different direction. One or two were potted immediately, while others rebounded off of the cushions, and themselves, before finding their way into one of the many holes. The black 8 ball was the last to take the dive, leaving the cue ball alone in the middle of the table, still slightly spinning upon itself.

"Game set and match, gentlemen," Sebastian commented nonchalantly, even though he wore a telling, smug grin as he glanced between the two looks of absolute shock.