Bucky rolled his eyes, at both the look he got from Eliot, as well as the little showmanship he gave before actually rolling the ball. He still watched the ball closely, looking for any signs that Eliot was manipulating it; he knew that these weren't parlor tricks, and the other man didn't have to be touching something to use his magic.
He had to smirk a little at Eliot's nonchalance, acting as if he'd meant to get it in the 20 spot in the first place. Guy had confidence down to an art-form, that was for sure.
Taking a drag from his own cigarette, then flicking the ash off, Bucky reached for another ball. He only pulled his arm back just past his leg, but flicked his wrist at the end of the release to add a little spin and momentum. Rolling up the plank, it landed on the edge of 30 and 40, but with the added spin, it neatly fell into the 40 slot, and Bucky couldn't help his own pleased grin.
Feeling more confident himself, he shot Eliot a pleased look. "Yer turn, hot-shot."
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He had to smirk a little at Eliot's nonchalance, acting as if he'd meant to get it in the 20 spot in the first place. Guy had confidence down to an art-form, that was for sure.
Taking a drag from his own cigarette, then flicking the ash off, Bucky reached for another ball. He only pulled his arm back just past his leg, but flicked his wrist at the end of the release to add a little spin and momentum. Rolling up the plank, it landed on the edge of 30 and 40, but with the added spin, it neatly fell into the 40 slot, and Bucky couldn't help his own pleased grin.
Feeling more confident himself, he shot Eliot a pleased look. "Yer turn, hot-shot."