[ when he finds himself at the billiard table standing next to a robot he's thinking he's had a little too much to drink. it's not that he doesn't believe what he's seeing. no. it's that he doesn't believe he's seeing it here. wayward pines is like a time capsule, stuck in a past he's got a love hate relationship with. ] Hey buddy, [ he lifts his beer to bb-8. ] this your friend, here. [ he motions to poe, watching as he sinks another ball. ] you tell him he's supposed to pick a side, like stripes and solids or...

[ he's a nice shot, he'll admit, but his technique isn't the best. he thinks about being a dick for all of a second, but his little robro has him reconsidering. ] You're not too bad. You play often?