<em>- Bo with the fellas</em>-<br/><br/>Bo grabbed the cutter off the table and snipped the end of the cigar, leaning the pool cue against the table.  He stuffed the dark tube between his teeth, unlit, preferring to let it sit awhile before lighting.  The aroma was light and rich in his nostrils while the flavor made its way gradually to his taste buds.  Bo acknowledged Marcus's comments about the pool cue with a nod of his head, though he left his cue alone.  He wasn't a pool sharp by any stretch and figured the stick he had chosen would do the job well enough once they got started.  It was considerate of Marcus to bring the bottle of scotch along, and Bo responded with a quick word of thanks.<br/><br/>Vince's suggestion made Bo chuckle.  Then he realized that Vince was serious, and his initial reaction was one of reservation.  The girls likely wanted this time to bond, he figured, and the guys probably needed it as well.  Bo's idea of a panty raid didn't seem appropriate on their first night in the house together.  But it was difficult to resist Vince's enthusiasm and, with their earlier misunderstanding, it made more sense to at least consider the idea.  For the sake of their budding relationship.  Besides, he was curious as to what exactly Vince had in mind.<br/><br/>It seemed that Marcus was having similar thoughts as he asked Vince to explain further.  Bo cocked his head toward the young Irishman and rested a hand on his cue stick, the cigar dangling out of the corner of his mouth.