Liz sat across the table from Red. He swirled around wine in his glass with a small frown. She furrowed her brow as she watched him. Of course, he didn't notice because he was staring at the dark liquid.

"Are you okay?" Liz asked, barely getting his attention. He glanced up at her for a second before returning his gaze to his drink.

"Fine," he answered which didn't come close to convincing her. She drummed her fingers on the table, sound muffled by the white table cloth.

"You sure?" She pressed on which only got a tiny nod from him. For a long moment, he sat there, lost in thought. Then, he sighed and sat his glass down.

"What are we, Lizzie?" He questioned, confusing her.

"... Humans?"

"That's not what I meant," He responded quietly. Liz gave him a concerned look and patted his hand that was on the table.

"You're gonna have to explain what you mean," she stated. He shook his head and slumped back in his seat.

"It's not important," He mumbled. Something told her that it was important to him. Of course, it was always a struggle to get answers out of him. Maybe, she could at least cheer him up. She had an idea, but her time was limited.

"Do you two know what you'd like?" Asked the waiter. Red opened his mouth to answer but was cut off when Liz put her hand over his.

"Can you give us a minute?" She questioned politely. The man nodded and walked away.

"I thought you knew what you wanted," Red stated, giving her a curious look.

"I think that I thought of something better," she responded with a small smile. He raised an eyebrow. "I say that we pay for our drinks and get out of here," she said. Red looked crestfallen. She gave his hand a squeeze after seeing the heartbroken look in his eyes.

"You want to cut the night short?"

"I never said we were going home."

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

"You'll see."

"Billiards, Lizzie?" Red asked almost amused at where she'd led him.

"You look like you could use a little fun," Liz responded, leading him into the old pool hall. Other than the man behind the counter, it looked like Red and Liz were the only ones there. "You go get us a pool table, and I'll be back in a minute," she stated. Before he had a chance to ask, she was gone. He just shrugged and did as she said.

A few minutes later, he was in the back room, waiting for her to get there. When she got there, she was struggling to hold everything. She'd gotten two orders of nachos, two hot dogs, and two sodas. Seeing her distress, he went and helped her.

"Get ready for heart burn," she stated, getting a chuckle from him. He smiled over at her as they sat everything down.

"Billiards and fattening food," he said. "Something tells me that you're trying to make me fall for you."

"More like making you happy before I crush you at this," She retorted, getting a laugh. At least he seemed happy now. That still didn't answer what had upset him earlier.

"Ladies first, Lizzie," Red stated after racking the balls.

"Age before beauty," she responded. He couldn't help but smile at that. Regardless of wanting to be the gentlemen, he picked up the pool stick and took his shot. He turned around and flinched slightly.

"Lizzie," he said in shock. She'd picked up her hot dog and was taking a bite of it. "The way you eat is provocative."

"Shut up!" She snapped, blushing. She sat her food down and looked back to him. "Just hand me your stick."

"Lizzie, mind your phrasing," He warned, thoroughly amused.

"I meant the pool stick!" She snapped again, grabbing the pool stick from him. He smirked as she went to take her shot. As she pulled back, he said, "of course, you could have mine anytime you wanted."

That was enough to screw up her shot. The cue ball went into the pocket without so much as hitting anything else. She glared over at him but only got an amused look in return.

"We're only a minute into the game, and you're cheating?" She questioned.

"You're welcome to throw in a few comments as well," he replied, getting the stick back from her. He leaned over the table as he lined up his shot. "I have to warn you, there is nothing you could say to throw me," said. He gasped and knocked the cue ball and one other off the table. "Elizabeth!"

"You never said that I couldn't touch," she responded. She had grabbed his ass when he went to shoot.

"Sweetheart, you can touch me anytime you want. I just expect a little warning," he said, face brightly colored.

"Now, where's the fun in that?" She questioned before grabbing him again.

Lesson: Liz doesn't hold back.

I could do another chapter like this if you guys like it.