The Colour of Money
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: Line
Warnings: None
Summary: Hustling pool can lead to other things sometimes. A Standford era fic.
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Sam sways slightly, grins across the table at his opponent and slaps down a fistful of dollars on the edge of the green baize.
"So, double or nothin'?" he slurs, smile plastered on.
"Mmm, okay."
"Great!" Sam picks up his cue but halts when a hand grasps his arm.
"Not so fast, big boy. Why don't we up the stakes a little? Make this more interesting."
"What did you have in mind?"
"You miss this, you give me whatever I want."
"You're on."
Sam lines up the shot, hesitates, and is lost.
He will always give Jess anything she wants.
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