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[Emmy Rossum]

Emmy was trapped at a table with her father and her manager, who were busy talking about the baseball game that was on the television. Why had they dragged Emmy to the sports bar with them? Because, of course, her father had guilted her into coming with him with the "Honey, I came all the way from New York to see you," and her manager had "Exciting opportunities" to discuss.

Finally Emmy couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up from the table, making her way over to the billiards table. She leaned against the edge, watching some young guys play pool. Her auburn curls fell over one side of her face, concealing her from the view of those coming in, and hopefully keeping her identity secret for a little while.

"So, who's winning?" She asked casually.

[Drake Bell]

<sub>After hearing a woman's voice, he turned his attention away from the game of pool that him and his friend had been playing. It was a tradition, really. The two would get together every now and again, after long periods of time not seeing each other, and just hang out while playing a good game of billiards. It sure beat having a chat over the phone, that's for sure.

When his eyes finally met the maker of the question, a grin spread across his face. "Well, fancy seeing you here, stranger." He said with a soft chuckle, before looking down towards the table, attempting to figure out who exactly was winning, in order to thoroughly reply to her question. "Hm. Depends how you look at it, really." He replied, before letting out another laugh, his grin spreading wider. "But if we're using technicalities, I am."</sub>

[Emmy Rossum]

Emmy hadn't realized that Drake was in the building until she had been so bored that she had looked at every single person there, and even then it had take her a minute to realize that yes, it was Drake Bell standing there. She hadn't seen him in what felt like ages.

"Yeah, Drake, I haven't seen you in ages. But I figured you would be winning. You aren't a billiards shark, are you?" She asked, raising one eyebrow. She was teasing, or course, though some people couldn't always tell when Emmy was teasing. They said that she was too good of an actress at times like those.

Drake blended in with the others really well, but now that Emmy was closer, she could tell that he'd grown up recently. And he looked hot, she had to admit it. He had grown up a lot since The Amanda Show (Yes, Emmy had seen a few episodes of that, and had watched them voluntarily).