"Bradshaw, as I live and breathe." He grins because of course he does, all too familiar green eyes crinkling in the corners. "Hangman." Bradley sighs, a sardonic smile claiming his own lips at the sight of those hands grabbing a cue from Bob mid-strike. "You look," he tries to pick a jab, but the pause probably speaks for itself, so in the end he settles on a simple, "good." "Well, I am good, Rooster." The man replies with a pointed non-smirk, sending a ball in a hole with one smooth stroke. "I'm very good." ~ Or the one where I know nothing about the Navy or aviation, so I made it about the other subject I know nothing about - heists. Bradley and Jake have a past, but they've got to work a job together again and possibly even confront everything that went wrong between them before.