Eliot posted up at the next machine over, drinking from the flask one more time before spinning it closed and returning it to his jacket. For now. He then picked up a ball himself — well, it was more like he lowered his hand, and the ball was drawn toward it like a magnet, hovering over his fingers when he turned his hand over again. He wasn't always one to use magic for such trivial things, but in this moment, he couldn't resist a little showing off.

And then James went and got distracted by his own hand.

"...roll a ball?" He figured that wasn't actually what he meant, but what else could it be?