Joe looked in glee toward the door. He began clapping his hands and jumping up and down. "YES! Another one bites the dust. Or pacifier as the case may be. I mean, come on! What twenty year old still uses the word Mommy? Do you think his older brother uses language like that? Surely not... Not that I know much less care. Anyway, Jen you're up first for the chicks."

Jen crossed her arms. A eyebrow raised. "Chicks?"

Joe shrugged. "What, you prefer bitches?"

"Actually yeah. Yeah I do. And that's my choice, who are YOU to try and take that away from me?"

Joe's eyes rolled. "Okay...you are one messed up bitch."

"Damn skivy. Now let's get it own!"

"On, let's get it on."

Jen fell back in shock. "Cristian's not out the door more than a minute and you're already hitting on me?" She went over to the mirror and smiled at herself. "Damn girl, you GOT it!"

Joe threw his hands in front of himself. "No I wasn't and...no, no you don't. Look, just shoot okay?"

She pulled herself away from herself to look back back him. "But I don't have a gun?"

"I meant the pool balls."

"Shooting pool balls doesn't require a gun? How does it work then? Am I just supposed to throw the bullets really hard or something?"

Joe closed his eyes as he sighed. "Yeah, and while you're at it stick a couple in yourself okay."

"Okay." Jen pulled a few bullets out of her pocket. She stood herself at the end of the table and squatted to be near eye level with the balls. She stared at the balls with intensity. She threw her arm forward and let a projectile fly. She did it a few more times before giving up and standing upright in a huff. "This doesn't seem to be working."

"...Okay, you don't have a gun, but you DO carry bullets?" Joe put his hands to his head. "Never mind! Not asking." He went over and grabbed a pool stick. He went over close to Jen with it. "Okay. You. Take stick."

Jen grew a big smile. "Oh yeah! I know this game. Grabbing sticks is a hobby of mine."

Joe's face was stone. "Yeah I'll bet it is. Anyway. Take this. Hit those balls with it." Joe handed and pointed as he explained.

Jen smiled like she understood. Then proceeded to walk down the table and swing the pool stick back and forth at the triangle of balls like a madwoman. She pushed her disheveled hair back and then smiled and turned toward Joe. "How was that?"

Joe pushed himself up from the ground. He looked around at everyone else. They were all still on the floor moaning in pain. He looked toward Jen. "Uhm..I'm gonna say you passed. Just cause I'm afraid you'll kill somebody if you try that again."

Jen jumped up and down with a big goofy grin on her face. "YAY! I passed! My teachers said that'd NEVER happen!"

"Oh they knew what they were talking about." Joe mumbled out loud. Then added "God I hate blondes!" under his breath.