Walking through the bar, one had to admit that she was a usual sight. She looked around for someone or something; her eyes scanning every deep corner no matter how uninviting. She had on an old hockey jersey, a last name on the back that proved that it was, with out a doubt, no hers. Her shoulder hung out of it, and the bottom of the jersey dangled down to her pockets. It caused an odd look, with her tight jeans, and backwards, yet slightly sideways, cap.
She had a bottle in her hand, occasionally letting the liquid ooze down her throat, the burning sensation soothing in a sense. Glancing around she spotted a pool table, and despite the reason that she had come here, she found herself entranced by it. It had taken her ages to perfect the game to her liking, and she found that she did rather well it in.
Sighing, she realized she had no one to play with, all the more reason for her to continue her search. She looked at one of the more crowed sections, nearer the dance floor. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, she caught sight of a table of boys. They we all looking at their papers and chatting idly about topics that were off the wall. Such was the way of men, she realized, before continuing with the realization that it was the way of people in general.
Well, she found him, at least, and that was what she wanted. Not being in a mood for introductions she planned to simply get him and go, cup o' tea like. It wasn't well thought out, but the flaws in her plans would go undetected, for she found herself ecstatic just to finally find him.
"You know, I'm rather in for a game of pool," she murmured, sauntering in his direction. He looked up, and, after a moment, found it near impossibility to hide a grin. She smirked, nodding over her shoulder and making to leave. Noting the name on her back, the rest of them had gone back to what they had been doing before.
She lazily sat on the edge of an unoccupied table, re-arranging the fifteen balls that were necessities for the game, and rolling the white one, littered with blue chalk, to the other end of the table.
"How'd you know I was here?" He questioned, grabbing a stick for himself, seeing how she had one grasped firmly in one had, her drink now laying on the edge of the table, forgotten. She watched as he put the white ball in position.
"Isn't it obvious? You're breaking," she replied, hopping nimbly off the table as he leaned over to shoot. Knocking the striped eleven into the far right pocket, he walked around the table.
"You think?" He retorted, leaning over to line up with the ten, "Your solid."
"Really?" She muttered sarcastically, causing him to laugh as he put the ten and thirteen into a far and middle pocket. He missed his next shot, however, letting her take over the table. She grinned; there was a strait line of solids, three of them exactly. Leaning over she shot all three in.
"Why were you trying to find me?" He leaned over her as she had leaned in for her next shot. She laughed a little, knowing full well that if she shot one of two things would happen: she'd either miss completely or hit him painfully.
"Since when was I banished from your world?" she responded, twisting herself out from under him and knocking the six in. She stared at the table, picking up her forgotten drink and downing it. After a few minutes, she had a definite sway to her walk, which signified her being half way to completely intoxicated. But hey, she could still play pool. Quite well, matter o' fact.
"Somehow I've come to the conclusion that you're not exactly solid," he mused, watching her knock the white ball in the opposite direction she had planned on it going.
"Maybe not," she lifted a finger in a drunken manner, "But you are, so I've nothin' to worry meself about. You are, ain't ya?" Her speech stopped reflecting her intelligence, but rather her wilder side. She grinned, swaying towards him.
"I think it may have impaired your judgment," he murmured, as she grew nearer.
"I think it 'asn't, besides, even if it 'ad, I don' think it'd matter much with you," she smirked.
"I meant the game," he chuckled. She wrapped her arms around his neck in a simple affectionate motion.
"Besides, this ain't all that bad," she grinned.
"Perhaps, but you're still slightly out of it," he responded, draping his arms around her waist.
"So," she looked at him dreamily, "least this way I can show me hidden emotions." He cocked his head.
"Hidden emotions? Now I think you've lost it," he replied. She swayed unsteadily in his arms.
"Maybe I 'ave, but if that be the case, I lost it a looooooonnnnggg time ago," she laughed, pulling herself up slightly with her arms and adding extra weight to his shoulders. She kissed him roughly; different from her typical gentle sober kiss, and one would have to admit that a little change every now and then was good.
"You defiantly have a wilder side," he started after a moment's pause of being drowned in overwhelming emotions.
"As it is, I love you with either side," she smiled lopsidedly at him.
"I suppose I could live with that," he laughed as she pulled herself up again. It's astounding what a simple game of pool and a drink can lead too.
Buzz for Emador :3 I'm glad you requested him! I couldn't help but get some drinking going on (hence the PG-13 rating), mainly because I've had Toby Keith's 'Whiskey Girl' stuck in my head throughout the whole thing. In honor of the irony in the last chapter I've also added some to this one!
darkdestiny2000: It's a collection of one-shots, all pairing a player with a random girl. It's simply something to entertain myself and others and a way for me too write without having to come up with long thought-out plots. None of the chapters have anything to do with the next or the one before (I'll let you know if I do make any that are). And the second chapter was Jack, btw.
Kristine: Sorry I didn't reply to you last chapter! I will most likely do that, once I've gotten everyone's requests and have the ones that I want done. Thanks!
Kliona: I'm glad you're happy with it! Yes, it truly is, isn't it?
Emador: Thank you! I'm sure it's not going as bad as my dead works and ideas; I have serious issues with plots. I hope this one's all right for you! If not I'll give it another shot later on. :3
If you like angsty type stories be on the lookout for a one-shot from me. I hope to complete it and have it up sometime soon (then again maybe not, I'll let you know when I get it up [if I do]). I'm still open for players!
Please R&R!
-Piper Brandybuck