Chapter 3

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked as they made their way back to their seats after their second dance of the night.

"Sure I'll have a beer."

"I'll be right back."

When he came back with their drinks he sat down next to her at the table. "So Lulu what do you like to do for fun?" he asked as he handed her the beer.

"Well I like camping, shooting pool and old black and white movies." She said taking a sip. "What about you?"

"Same but I also enjoy watching a good Yankee's game."

"Did you ever play?"

"Yeah in my younger years."

"Really, were you any good?"

"League champs three years running."

"Nice."

"So Lulu what is it that you do?"

"I work at Crimson."

"The Fashion Mag? Well as beautiful as you are you could be one of the models." He said with a small smile.

"Oh smooth."

"I'm telling the truth Lulu."

"And what is it you do?" she asked.

"I'm a Detective at the PCPD, just started there actually."

"Oh you must know my brother then, Lucky Spencer?"

"Yes I've met him," he said thinking back to the beginning of the night when he thought that she and Lucky were together. He had no idea she was his sister but he was definitely glad that was the case.

"Hey you wanna get outta here?" she asked looking around at the rest of the party goers.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked.

"We can go to the game room it's just down the hall. Maybe play a game of pool?"

"Ya that would be great." He said as they got up from their table and left the party.

Once in the game room Dante found the rack on the wall where the pool cues were and grabbed one for himself and handed another one to her. "You better be careful though Lulu I'm really good at shooting pool." He told her as they racked up the balls.

"Im not too bad myself. Why don't I let you break?" she said as she smiled at him.

Dante broke and manged to get two in and then moved to take his second shot. "Your up." He watched as she moved past him and then leaned over the table to take her shot. She also managed to pocket three shots before it was his turn again. 'It looks like I may have met my match,' he thought as he took his next shot. But there was no way he would let her win, no she was going down.

On her next turn though the look on Dante's face was priceless as he watched her sink ball after ball. 'Oh man I'm in trouble.' "You hustled me didn't you?" he said realizing he lost. "Wanna make it two outta three?" He asked not wanting the night to end.