"But wait, before we start this game, let's get some music. What are you in the mood for Patrick?"

Patrick readied the pool balls in order, and said, "Whatever you like. It doesn't matter what you choose, I'm still going to win."

Sam smiled and said, "Ok whatever you say!"

She walked over to the jukebox and considered her options. Dancing slightly to the current song, she couldn't help but draw Patrick's attention. Damn she is hot, he thought. I really need to win this game. He watched her swaying hips as they continued their seductive dance. Grinning at the directions his thoughts turned, he walked over to her. He grabbed hold of her hips, startling her, but she seemed pleasantly surprised. Leaning back against him, she said, "Like what you saw, huh Doc? So are you here to help me pick out a song, or to try and distract me from winning this game?"

Leaning down close to her ear, Patrick said in a low, sexy voice, "Yeah, I did like what I saw. And why don't you pick out a song and get it over with. The sooner we play this game, the sooner I win, in more ways than one."

Sam turned around and leaned back against the jukebox. Pressing a couple random buttons, she pulled Patrick's head down as if to kiss him, but instead whispered in his ear, "Hmm well, maybe you will win, but personally I think either way, I will win, am I right?"

Patrick replied, "Glad you think so. So are we playing or not? Or would you like to concede right now and just call it a night?"

I could really enjoy this, Sam thought. I mean, he's sexy as hell, and fun. What harm would it be to enjoy myself with him? God knows it's been awhile since Jason and I had any fun together, and those days are long over. Oh well. I'll probably regret this tomorrow when I am sober, but what the hell? "Oh no Patrick. You're not getting off that easy. Let's get this game started."

As she pushed Patrick out of the way, he smiled and said, "By the way, what music did you pick? Anything good?"

"I don't know, I just pushed random buttons. Let's hope it's good."

Just then, Sam heard the beginning of the song. She smiled as she said, "Well, now isn't this song somewhat appropriate?" She leaned over the table and took the first shot.

Patrick listened for a moment and said, 'Yeah, good choice McCall."

Just then, the ladies at the table began singing with the lyrics of Pat Benatar's song Heartbreaker.

You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be

You're a Heartbreaker
Dream Maker, Love Taker
Don't you mess around with me!
You're a Heartbreaker
Dream Maker, Love Taker
Don't you mess around no, no, no!

"Your shot Drake. I'm already ahead. This is too easy!" Sam said, about ten minutes later.

Patrick smirked and said, "Hey, I was taking it easy on you at first. You wanna play serious? I'll play serious." Lining up his shot, he aimed and hit the ball directly where he wanted. Two of the balls entered into one of the pocket, and Patrick straightened. "See, I told you. Serious."

"Humph well, I'm still winning. And I'm going to keep on winning." She leaned over slightly to get a better angle, and Patrick leaned down behind her. Running his hand down her arms, he positioned them more firmly behind the ball.

"Sorry, I just wanted to help out a little," he said, whispering into Sam's ear. "I think you can take the shot now." He stood up and leaned back against a stool.

Sam shook her head to clear her mind of the thoughts that had raced into it at the feel of his hands on her and his breath against her ear. She concentrated on the ball, but scraped instead. She straightened and said, "You planned that, didn't you?"

"Planned what? I was trying to help. Not my fault I distracted you. All's fair in love and…pool right?"

"Whatever Patrick. Your shot."