Dis: Not my characters
Nicky's was as packed as always with Nirvana blaring out from the jukebox. At the pool table there was a small stack of notes being held down by the chalk. Reid Garwin was bent low over the green felt his eyes focused on the white ball in front of him. On the other side of the table his once-cocky opponent was feeling a great deal less confident, but he continued his taunts, trying to break Reid's concentration. Three "click"s later, the last two solid balls, together with the black number eight disappeared into the pockets.
"Thank you for the donation." Smirked Reid, pocketing the cash.
"That was a nice shot." Said Pogue, coming forward.
"But not your best." Quipped Tyler.
"Black lace." Said Reid, gesturing toward the black-haired girl ordering a drink at the bar counter then slapping a five dollar bill on to the table
"What... no I'm going with bare-assed." Pogue put another five down.
"Black G-string." Tyler added another five.
Reid's eyes turned black, flame flashing across. Out of nowhere a puff of wind blew from beneeth the girl causing pleated skirt to fly. Just when the edges lifted off, her left hand moved to prevent her skirt from lifting off her behind. Turning arround she gazed straight at the three of them and strode forward.
"You're all wrong." She smirked, taking the money and walked away.