Hello and good morning, night, evening, etc! I've taken another request, from DreamHunter16. This is another interesting ship I'd never heard of, but I decided to make a sleazy bar fic finally. It was gonna happen eventually… Also btw I made Ruby 21 here so she can drink! (And I think Torchwick is 23 but feel free to correct me on that.) Without further ado- here it is!

Heads up: Alcohol and slightly more mature themes mentioned in passing.

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Ruby was lounging against the cold wooden counter of the bar. Cigarette smoke was in the air, and the room stank of alcohol. Many men and women alike had given her appreciative looks as they walked by that night, but her body language remained closed off, and they all moved on eventually.

Her eyes weren't on cheap drunks, or hookers. Ruby's silver eyes were focused very sharply on a young redhead in a dove white hat. From the brief glance she got of his face earlier that night, he was wearing quite a lot of eyeliner as well. He was using his cane as a pool cue, and all bent over the table lining up his shots like that, Ruby could easily get a nice long look at his ass. She was appreciative.

Watching him as well was the girl he was playing with, the girl with ice cream colored hair. She hadn't spoken a word yet that evening, but Ruby bristled at the thought that she would be the one to go home with him that night. Even as she mulled it over in her mind now, she could feel the grip on her whiskey tighten.

A few moments later, however, it was made very clear that the ice cream girl had no interest in this man that way, as a blonde girl came over and tapped her on the shoulder. The ice cream girl's face lit up, and then they were furiously making out, the redheaded man forgotten.

He shuffled, his hair sticking to his face slightly in the humid environment as he swayed from foot to foot. He was looking everywhere but the two girls, and his cane was tapping almost nervously on the floor.

The ice cream girl eventually tore herself away from her girlfriend and turned back apologetically to him, but he just smiled and made a gesture meaning go. "It's ok." Was it just Ruby, or did he seem almost eager for her to go?

As the blonde and the ice cream girl walked away, hand in hand, Ruby knocked back the rest of her drink. The man put down his cue and turned to face her, almost as if he knew she had been watching him. "Hey, Little Red," he called out, and even though it was noisy in the bar, Ruby could hear him as clear as day. "You ever play pool?"

Ruby allowed herself a small smile, shaking her head slightly.

"Come over here, I'll teach you." The man offered nonchalantly, and Ruby set her empty glass down and slowly walked over, her low cut scarlett red dress trailing on the floor just slightly.

"My name's Roman, Roman Torchwick," the man offered, chalking the end of another pool cue as he did so. "And you are..?"

"Ruby. Ruby Rose." She replied, mimicking him and looking up at him through her thick eyelashes.

"Ruby." He tried out her name on his tongue, and she smiled involuntarily at it. "Well, Ruby, the first thing you need to know about playing pool is to always keep your eye on the ball…"

And as he explained the basic rules to her, she listened intently, and nodded when it seemed she should nod, smiling at him during the little breaks and pauses when he stopped to take breaths. He was a very descriptive teacher, almost flamboyant at times, with his vivid arm movements, and all of the excited jumping that he did, happy to teach her.

Eventually, they started out a casual, friendly game, Ruby's clunky first shot barely budging the triangle of pool balls in the center. "Oops," she muttered, shuffling awkwardly. Well this was embarrassing.

"It's ok." Torchwick said, walking around to stand behind her. "Here, try again. I'll help you this time." Roman very carefully put both of his arms around her so that they rested on the pool cue as well, helping her to line up her shot. Ruby felt her breath hitch in her throat at the close proximity, even as she took the shot, and the balls scattered all over the green board, the solid orange five going into a pocket.

"Well well well, Red, look at that!" Roman threw his hands up happily. "You've done it!"

Ruby simply grinned in response, a slight blush tingling on her cheeks, though that might have been from the alcohol. "That was all you."

"Well then, I guess I'll have to help you line up all your other shots then... if you don't mind? Roman shrugged offhand, looking to her for an answer, though it was clear which answer he was favoring.

Neither of them knew how it really happened, one moment Torchwick was helping her line up a shot for the eight ball, the next they were kissing furiously, Ruby propped up on top of the pool table. Their pool cues lay there forgotten, his hands were on her waist, and hers on his shoulders.

When they finally broke apart, Torchwick and Ruby were both breathing heavily. "Wow, Little Red," he grinned offhand. "You're much more feisty than you look."

Ruby smirked. "Up for another game?"

Roman let out a laugh, grabbing up his cane. "If it ends the way the first one did, I'd definitelybe up for another!"

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So how'd you all like it? It was a lot more mature than I originally planned, but I feel like that theme better suited Torchwick's character in general. Still awaiting opinions on Character X reader prompts, and what do you guys think of polyamory? See you next chapter!