"Craig. Do not interrupt me in th'middle of my game!"
The black-haired burly man turned around and set his cue's end on the ground, glaring at him. Craig smirked. "Fact. You aren't going to win." He replied curtly. Rick groaned and turned around to continue the game again. It was his turn after all. He aligned his shot and Craig purposely bumped his arm, throwing everything off course. "CRAIG! WHAT THE HELL!" He snapped, snapping his cue in half across his knee. "Sh.." Craig whispered, putting a single finger on Rick's lips. He pressed his hips against his and moved to his ear. "Keep your concentration up to par; very important in this game." He moved away and planted a light kiss on his neck. Rick froze and tipped his hat down to cover his face. Craig laughed quietly to himself and leaned against the wall, gazing his eyes over Rick's. Rick quickly looked down and turned his head so he couldn't see Craig as he made his shot with his half-broken cue.
It was a scratch. He grunted and turned around, completely forgetting that Craig was behind him. He gasped and found himself face to face with the shorter man. Craig slid his arm around his waist and Rick gasped. "Looks like you haven't been playing by the rules, Rick." He snickered. "You're going to need to learn a few things." He smiled and practically dragged Rick to the restroom.