Post by Alyshea Pfoertner on Jul 14, 2017 22:18:53 GMT -5
Leon didn’t look too pleased by the notion of a rematch, not that she could blame him. Clearly he knew how it was going to fall out for round two. Chuckling just a bit, she watched him go to the bar for change while the pitchers were served up. She really didn’t know what he had expected by pulling a stunt like that. Somehow she didn’t find it annoying so much as amusing. About that time Russ poured out a glass for her, calling her over to the table effectively distracting her from the exchange at the bar.
Their conversation was typical pool room chatter with a heavy dose of good natured digs at Leon all designed to make her laugh. Sipping her beer she smiled and responded with some of her own before she leaned out and let her eyes move past his shoulder toward the bar. Clearly her focus was on his cousin, the man with that incredible beard. The thought made her cheeks raise as she beamed at him, realizing that she was really having a nice time. ‘And why not?’, she had little need to give herself justification. She had been towing the line for quite sometime and no one could fault her work ethic.
Leon had acquired his change by then and was holding the change hostage in his hand. His words provoked her teasing nature to reply, “Oh? Trying to bow out so soon?” Flashing him a bit of a grin, she took another sip of her beer enjoying his dilemma for but a moment before relenting. “Well, maybe I should let you off the hook. It sounds like a second game would really challenge neither one of us”, she conceded.
Pivoting on her feet, so she might better look about the room in search of some other diversion, she came up dry. It seemed as though the pool table was the only game to play. Of course there were the poker machines, all two of them, along the wall. She figured the geezers seated before them would not relish giving them up. They seemed so fixated upon their gambling that she doubted they were too aware of what was going on in the bar around them. It was just as well, “Too bad they don’t seem to have a dart board around.”, she grinned at him, “I mean assuming you can throw. We might just have to take this to the city.”
Word Count: 409 + 6089 = 6498
Their conversation was typical pool room chatter with a heavy dose of good natured digs at Leon all designed to make her laugh. Sipping her beer she smiled and responded with some of her own before she leaned out and let her eyes move past his shoulder toward the bar. Clearly her focus was on his cousin, the man with that incredible beard. The thought made her cheeks raise as she beamed at him, realizing that she was really having a nice time. ‘And why not?’, she had little need to give herself justification. She had been towing the line for quite sometime and no one could fault her work ethic.
Leon had acquired his change by then and was holding the change hostage in his hand. His words provoked her teasing nature to reply, “Oh? Trying to bow out so soon?” Flashing him a bit of a grin, she took another sip of her beer enjoying his dilemma for but a moment before relenting. “Well, maybe I should let you off the hook. It sounds like a second game would really challenge neither one of us”, she conceded.
Pivoting on her feet, so she might better look about the room in search of some other diversion, she came up dry. It seemed as though the pool table was the only game to play. Of course there were the poker machines, all two of them, along the wall. She figured the geezers seated before them would not relish giving them up. They seemed so fixated upon their gambling that she doubted they were too aware of what was going on in the bar around them. It was just as well, “Too bad they don’t seem to have a dart board around.”, she grinned at him, “I mean assuming you can throw. We might just have to take this to the city.”
Word Count: 409 + 6089 = 6498
