The tavern was crowded that evening in late spring. Even in a city, you could smell the purity in the air, the faint threads of life wafting through the breeze. Well, perhaps if your senses were not the dull mundane ones of a human, anyway. Sandra frowned at the errant thoughts flowing through her head, but resigned herself to the static-like buzz of numerous conversations at once. /How do those Camarilla fools stand 'seducing' a target, with this racket?/ she thought absently, deciding to kill a little time and exercise her mind, moving upstairs toward the slightly less distracting balcony.

Glancing around, she saw her target, the magnificent and classical billards table, the smooth green surface pristine as the balls shined just a hint under the dim light. She took in the player there already, a strong-featured woman, attractive in an 'outdoorsy' way, one could imagine. Moving to a rack upon the wall, taking a cue stick and looking at the person there, "Care for an opponent?" she queried softly, eyes taking in the aura of the other with a studied glance. /A vampire... powerful at that, how interesting./

Fursa glanced up from sinking the 8 ball, easily making the difficult bank shot as she took in the new arrival, not letting her frown reach her lips as she watched the new arrival for the moment, studying the fledgling vampire... at least, most would be, compared to *her*. Then she nodded, just a hint, "Sure. You can break." as she racked the balls into the triangle, lining them up just so.

Sandra nodded, rolling the cue ball in her hand idly, debating for the briefest moment cheating with her abilities, then deciding not to, considering the fact that one, this one could detect such manipulation, and two, an equal should be beaten fair and square. Smiling, she knelt over the table and concentrated, using an off-center break that easily scattered the balls, and sank both the 13 and 15. Gracefully pacing the table, looking for her next shot, she absently commented, "New in town?" though she had a hunch it would be quite the opposite.

Fursa said, "No... I've been here a while." and then her own gaze tookSandra in again, "You?"

Sandra shook her head, "Just drifted in last week." as she snapped a quick shot at the 10, sinking it readily, and frowning a little as she soon had no shot to make. She took a desperate shot at the 9, tapping it, but doing little else as she took a step back, nodding to Fursa.

Fursa smiled a bit, much like a predator spotting a juicy bit of prey as she surveyed the table... and before she spoke again, three solids joined their striped brethren in the pockets. "Indeed. Any reason you decided to come through here?"

Sandra nodded at the shots, waiting patiently for her turn. "Oh, just getting away from the... business. My associates grate on a person after a while." as Fursa botched a shot on the 3 ball, setting Sandra up rather nicely. Sandra took quick advantage, sinking two more before again trying the desperate shot, and missing.

Fursa nodded slightly at the words, "I prefer being in business for myself." as she made quick work of the remaining balls, but failed to sink the Eight to finish Sandra off.

Sandra tilted her head, a bit thoughtfully, "I've thought of that, and will probably do that soon." as she sank the remaining stripes as well. Preferring geometry to Fursa's apparent instincts with the game, she lined up, and smiled just a hint, "Corner pocket." as she prepared for a fairly difficult bank shot. Lining up carefully, she took the shot... and sank the 8 perfectly, the cue bouncing near the corner without following its target.

Fursa nodded at the excellent shot, and Sandra smiled slightly at Fursa, "Well... since you were kind enough to let me break first this time... you can with this one." and Sandra lightly placed the triangle on the table, racking the balls into their proper order. Fursa smiled wolfishly, and broke for the new game, sinking a trio of balls, one stripe and two solids. She proceeded to make quick work of the remainder, absently asking before botching a shot on the 4-ball, "So how long are you staying?"

Sandra smiled faintly, and returned Fursa's favor, striking up a run of her own that quickly eliminated the stripes from the surface of the felt. "Oh, I think I might stay here permamently, if I can find a nice place..." as she then found herself in a similar position to before, a bank on the 8 ball to win the game.

Fursa nodded, an unreadable look in her eyes, "Well, you need to be careful around here... not quite the same as the really big cities." as Sandra made the shot, sinking the 8... and the cue ball right behind it, scratching and forfeiting the game. Fursa shrugged slightly, giving the new player a fairly sympathetic look, as if to silently say, "It happens."

Sandra smiled faintly, looking over at Fursa, "Indeed." as she thought internally /This one, I can respect... unlike that simpering harlot of an Archbishop./ Nodding once, she extended a hand to Fursa, "Excellent game..." she spoke, probing for a name.

Fursa accepted the hand, shaking lightly, "Fursa."

Sandra nodded, her thoughts confirmed as she smiled. "Sandra. A pleasure." as she slipped her hand from Fursa's grasp, replacing her cue stick. "I must get a bite to eat now... but we shall hopefully play again?"

Fursa nodded, saying no more as she watched Sandra leave, her eyes narrowed as she sought to decipher this enigma. /I think,/ she thought silently, /things are going to be much more... interesting/