<em>- Bo in pool room with Marcus and Vince -</em><br/><br/>Bo chuckled, having barely caught Marcus's comment about breaking in the table properly.  The thought caused him to look at the table with a slight tilt to his head as a few images flashed through his mind, the smile on his face made clear his musings.  One hand leaned casually on the pool cue. "Any game is fine with me," he replied, as the images lingered.<br/><br/>Few things went as well with a fine scotch as a fine cigar.  Bo hadn't been a big fan of cigars until he had the opportunity to spend some time in South America with a young man named Robert Denton, or Ardy as he was known from his initials R D.  Ardy was a spook, a government man, who did some consulting work with the teams on occasion, primarily providing on the ground intelligence for extraction operations.  But his most used skill seemed to be locating and pilfering some of the best cigars that their area of operation had to offer.  Whenever contact was made, he always had a handful for the boys, who would pocket them until their return trip home.  On those long trips is where Bo developed a taste for the grasshopper.<br/><br/>"Sure, Vince, I'll take one,"  Bo said as he plucked one of the dark tubes from the case.  He tipped it toward Vince as a gesture of acknowledgement, "Thanks, man."<br/><br/>"As far as which stick to choose," Bo shrugged.  "I just try to get a straight one.  Though in this place, I'd expect you'd have a hard time finding one that wasn't."  He eyed Marcus questioningly, "I think they may have different weights too, but I'm no pro."<br/><br/>