Dean sat his beer on the side of the pool table. He'd watched her play all night, beating guy after guy who tried to impress her. He watched long enough to catch on to her technique.
"Mind if I give it a shot," he asked.
"Knock yourself out."
Dean managed to beat her by just one ball, and she seemed pleased.
"Are you actually happy I beat you?"
"Nice to have some real competition. And you barely beat me."
"A win is a win. What do you say we play again, but we make it more interesting. I sink a ball, you drink a shot… or vice versa."
"Interesting. Tequila and salt?"
"Now we're talkin'."