Vincent kept a smile on his face and nodded, a little thrown off in the manner the young women presented themselves. He leaned at the edge of the table, placing the cue ball in the center of the table and decided to ignore the playful grins on their faces.<br/><em>I could show both of you a thing or two none of the young bucks now a days have lost touch with...</em><br/><br/>His mood had shifted with the company of the two girls, his hazel stare locked on theirs as his body made the precision strike of breaking the table, starting the game.<br/><strong>"Looks like I am stripes, you ladies are solids. If you ladies need a hand..."</strong><br/>He lifted one of his large calloused hands for them.<br/><strong>"These hands have trained and taught a lot over the past eighty...thirty so years..." </strong><br/>Gesturing for them to take their turns, he moved around to the back and took a drink from his beer, taking the opportunity to appreciate how well they filled in their dresses.