Nathan pouted slightly, but felt a little bit relieved to watch Issac play more. He didn't think he would pick up much from it, but there was at least some hope that he might improve his own game that way. And well, he just liked watching Issac. "Oh yeah, another drink sounds great. I doubt I'll ever get good at this game, so maybe the alcohol will improve things a bit," he added with a laugh. Bending over the pool table, he tried to line up a shot, his attention fully on the game rather than Issac this time. Taking a shot, he watched the balls careen across the green carpeting, one ball hitting near a pocket before rolling on by. "Ah, at least I was closer this time. With luck I'll eventually get one in."