It's late. You came to the crappy bar on the outskirts of town with your brother and his weird friends because your bestie is dating Rodger, your bro's best friend, and she begged you to come along.

And now here you sit in a smelly, smoky bar full of drunk truckers and biker wanna be's and you are totally alone. Your friend and Rodger have ducked out the back to do it behind the dumpster.

You roll your eyes, nursing a lukewarm bottle of beer as you watch your Brother get trounced in a pool game. The only interesting thing you see is the other guy playing. He is different from the smelly, beer guzzling boars filling the ramshackle space. His smile is half way adorable when he speaks to this other (really hot) guy across the table who's also just watching the game progress. He is fluid in the way he moves, sharp in his aim for the cue even though he is playing drunk.

'Or playing at being drunk?' You ask yourself as he sinks another perfect shot. He throws a quick glance at the Ken doll and you see the answering smirk, feeling your temper spike.

So they are hustling your Brother. Not like he doesn't deserve it, but come on, he's still family.

So you stand up, putting on a show yourself you stumble over and lean into your bro, whispering in his ear and he smiles.
He ruffles your hair and says "Go on girl, I aint letting you play. Mom'd kill me if you got into trouble."

"I'm not stupid you jerk just let me play, hundred says I'll win." You say slapping down a bill.

From the corner of your eye you catch the whole play-by-play between the two hustlers.

Talk, dark and sneaky looks reluctant, doesn't want to con a poor little drunk girl huh?

But the other guy's got a grin the size of Texas and nods his approval. "Go on Sam, give it a go." He says in a gravely smug tone.

Sam, as the guy supplied, frowned with a sigh but stepped up to take his shot.
Maybe it was his conscious finally catching up or who knows but he missed and you hid your smirk deep.

Picking up the cue you quickly rub chalk on the tip and take your mark. The hard clack echoes around the table and the thunk of the ball sinking in the pocket sends a satisfying surge through you.
Mr Cocky's smile isn't so cocky now and Sam was starting to quirk his lips.

You take shot after shot until sinking the eight ball in the corner pocket and snatched up the cash lying along the table.

"Thanks for playing fellas, should pick a mark that doesn't have a little sister watching next time." You say tucking the cash in your bra.

Sam laughed outright and you smile at the sound, but the other guy isn't smiling. He has a dark shocked expression on his face.

"Was that a con? Did we just get conned?" He demands of the laughing man beside him.

Sam puts his hand on the man's shoulder and says "You heard the Lady Dean, don't mess with little sisters."

Sam smiles at you and you feel a blush coming on. "Buy you a drink?" you find yourself asking and his brow goes up. Then he smiles slow and sweet. "Sure."


Hope you enjoyed this little one shot. I posted it to tumblr a while back with that icon up there. :)