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They parked the motocycle behind the smoke-filled bar.
As they were walking around to the front Scott was becoming more and more worried.
"How do expect to get in? I mean we're not exactly of age?"
"I haven't planned that part yet", Jean said with a wicked smile, "probally flirt with the bouncer or sell you to some white-trash girl."
"What!-"
"Relax, I was just -- Frankie?" Jean's words stopped as she yelled and ran over towards the bouncer.
"Hey, Redd!" he said with a smile. The man was a rather large African- American in his early 30s, who seemed to obviously know Jean.
She ran towards him and gave him a hug.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked.
"I got transferred, this where that school is at?"
"Yup, we've been through this many times before-do i actually have to fight you to get in?"
The man laughed.
"Naw, go ahead." Jean was about to go in when she turned around to see the man stopping Scott.
"Oh- he's okay, Frankie, he's with me."
The mans smiling face had turned cold when he faced Scott.
"Oh! Thatz different then!" he slapped Scott on the back, a little to hard, and let him enter.
As they were walking towards the counter, Scott asked, "So who was that?"
"He was the old bouncer back in my town, I tried to get in like every night, but he never bought any of my fake ids. I finally threathened to beat him up, he liked my 'spunk' and let me in." she laughed.
"Well, I came in hear to play some pool and it looks like that guy is just about ready for a challenge..." she gestured to a man who looked rather well...the only word that fit him was...slimey.
He was challenging people around him to play him, all refused.
"Are you sure, Jean, he looks--" but it was no use, all he could do now was follow her.
"Hey You!" she yelled at the man, the whole room became quiet. Taken aback by how she spoke to him.
"Do you think you can beat a girl?"she said.
"Well, what do we have here?" he said turning around, his pose standing behind him, Jean having only Scott.
"Your worst nightmare." she replied.
"Or possibly my best." he said reaching out to touch her.
"Keep off me."
"And what are you going to do about it?" he reached out and grabbed her lower back and brought her close to him.
"I'll do something about it." Scott said gravely pulling her back to him.
"Listen," Jean said regaining her posture, "unless your scared that your going to get beat by a little girl, lets just play. If I win I get this." she said pulling his wallet out from behind her back.
"How'd you get that?" she threw it back at him
"So do we got a deal?" she said crossing her arms.
"Hold it, tootes. What's in it for me?"
"Fine. What do you want?" she was getting annoyed of his attitude.
"I think you know, If I win I get you for tonight."
Jean smiled.
"Okay"
"Jean! what do you think your-" Scott said.
"Shh!" she snapped at him.
While the guy and his posse were making their way to the table she pulled Scott aside.
"This is how I used to get my pocket money back at home-there's no way I can lose."
"Are you playin or not?" The man yelled out from across the room.
"Yea" Jean gave one final glance at Scott before turning away.
Scott shook his head and followed her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 15 minutes later Jean was still on her first turn and had snuck every ball into the holes.
"I believe you own me something." Jean said cockily, leaning on her stick.
"Agh" the man said pulling his money out of his wallet.
Jean took it and smiled. She counted it and split it in half, she laid one half of it back down on the pool table.
"Here use this to go buy yourself a new attitude. Come on, Slym" She walked out of the bar closely followed by Scott.
The man shook his head as she left, and Scott's head popped back into the bar for a split second to say "Ha-ha!" before Jean dragged him back out again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They mounted the motorcycle again.
"Hey, wanna grab something to eat? My treat!" Jean said shaking the wad of money.
Scott nodded.
They took off, with Jean yelling "Woo-hoo!" and popping wheelies anywhere she could.
*Oh man, what am I getting myself into?* Scott thought with a smile as they sped away in the moonlight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pleas Review!!!
They parked the motocycle behind the smoke-filled bar.
As they were walking around to the front Scott was becoming more and more worried.
"How do expect to get in? I mean we're not exactly of age?"
"I haven't planned that part yet", Jean said with a wicked smile, "probally flirt with the bouncer or sell you to some white-trash girl."
"What!-"
"Relax, I was just -- Frankie?" Jean's words stopped as she yelled and ran over towards the bouncer.
"Hey, Redd!" he said with a smile. The man was a rather large African- American in his early 30s, who seemed to obviously know Jean.
She ran towards him and gave him a hug.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked.
"I got transferred, this where that school is at?"
"Yup, we've been through this many times before-do i actually have to fight you to get in?"
The man laughed.
"Naw, go ahead." Jean was about to go in when she turned around to see the man stopping Scott.
"Oh- he's okay, Frankie, he's with me."
The mans smiling face had turned cold when he faced Scott.
"Oh! Thatz different then!" he slapped Scott on the back, a little to hard, and let him enter.
As they were walking towards the counter, Scott asked, "So who was that?"
"He was the old bouncer back in my town, I tried to get in like every night, but he never bought any of my fake ids. I finally threathened to beat him up, he liked my 'spunk' and let me in." she laughed.
"Well, I came in hear to play some pool and it looks like that guy is just about ready for a challenge..." she gestured to a man who looked rather well...the only word that fit him was...slimey.
He was challenging people around him to play him, all refused.
"Are you sure, Jean, he looks--" but it was no use, all he could do now was follow her.
"Hey You!" she yelled at the man, the whole room became quiet. Taken aback by how she spoke to him.
"Do you think you can beat a girl?"she said.
"Well, what do we have here?" he said turning around, his pose standing behind him, Jean having only Scott.
"Your worst nightmare." she replied.
"Or possibly my best." he said reaching out to touch her.
"Keep off me."
"And what are you going to do about it?" he reached out and grabbed her lower back and brought her close to him.
"I'll do something about it." Scott said gravely pulling her back to him.
"Listen," Jean said regaining her posture, "unless your scared that your going to get beat by a little girl, lets just play. If I win I get this." she said pulling his wallet out from behind her back.
"How'd you get that?" she threw it back at him
"So do we got a deal?" she said crossing her arms.
"Hold it, tootes. What's in it for me?"
"Fine. What do you want?" she was getting annoyed of his attitude.
"I think you know, If I win I get you for tonight."
Jean smiled.
"Okay"
"Jean! what do you think your-" Scott said.
"Shh!" she snapped at him.
While the guy and his posse were making their way to the table she pulled Scott aside.
"This is how I used to get my pocket money back at home-there's no way I can lose."
"Are you playin or not?" The man yelled out from across the room.
"Yea" Jean gave one final glance at Scott before turning away.
Scott shook his head and followed her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 15 minutes later Jean was still on her first turn and had snuck every ball into the holes.
"I believe you own me something." Jean said cockily, leaning on her stick.
"Agh" the man said pulling his money out of his wallet.
Jean took it and smiled. She counted it and split it in half, she laid one half of it back down on the pool table.
"Here use this to go buy yourself a new attitude. Come on, Slym" She walked out of the bar closely followed by Scott.
The man shook his head as she left, and Scott's head popped back into the bar for a split second to say "Ha-ha!" before Jean dragged him back out again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They mounted the motorcycle again.
"Hey, wanna grab something to eat? My treat!" Jean said shaking the wad of money.
Scott nodded.
They took off, with Jean yelling "Woo-hoo!" and popping wheelies anywhere she could.
*Oh man, what am I getting myself into?* Scott thought with a smile as they sped away in the moonlight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pleas Review!!!