user is Chuuya

It's Friday night, you've finished work for the night and head to the usual place: the Old World pool hall, where your friends, the fellow Flags members, are waiting for your arrival.

As you walk in, you're greeted by the loud tunes from the jukebox. No doubt Albatross made the choice of song.

Lippmann: "You're here, good, next round's on you, short stuff."

Albatross: "We should play for it."

Piano Man: "For what?"

Doc: "Idiots. You're all idiots."

Iceman: "Evening, Chuuya."

Albatross: "Play. Pool. To decide who buys the next round."

Doc: "Idiot. We could have had several rounds before we determine a winner."

Albatross walks over you and, putting his arm over your shoulder, guides you to a pool table.

Albatross: "Ignore him, let's play."