"I won't try to convince you... ...Eryn, but it's true." "Sounds like bullshit to me," she replied, smirking, while shooting the 8 ball into the hole. "Come on, Mick," she continued, "you know I don't believe that shit." "Yeah right. So when it happens to you, you'll be dead and I'll be laughing." She paused and straightened herself staring at him, while leaning on the pool stick. "I'm just kidding," he half-smiled. "Right..."