Page 66 of Never Stop

“If you want to play each other, then play each other,” he stated. “You can play at any free table. Winners go from four tables to two, then to the final table.”

I turned and looked at the four tables. Luckily, three only had one person standing by each and we could choose who we wanted to play instead of each other for the first round. We gave our money to Rick, and I felt as though I was watching a grand fly out the window.Shit, three grand.

“Games are starting now,” Rick said after putting the money in a cash bag. I wondered how he played into all this. Did he get a cut of the winnings? Or was he an employee of the pool hall and was only working hourly?

We stepped away from the table, nodded to each other, and then walked to separate tables. Sure we’d walked in together, but maybe the other players were all wrangled by Trish too, and we just happened to walk in together. I didn’t want anyone to think we rigged the game.

The first game I played was close, but in the end, I won. Gary played another guy and won. Avery played the chick and lost. I couldn’t wait to rub it in his face.

We took a ten minute break in between the next round, and I took that opportunity to text my girl. I hadn’t heard from her all night, and I wanted her to know I was thinking of her.

Me:Having fun?

A waitress came by, and I ordered another beer. We had been at the pool hall for hours, and the beers I was consuming were keeping me feeling good, but not to the point I couldn’t control myself.

Brooke:I am.

Two words. That’s all I got. Of course, I wanted to ask her what they were doing, but I didn’t in fear she’d tell me some fucker’s dick was currently in her face.

Me:Me too.

Seemed we were on a two word at a time thing.

Brooke:Love you.

I chuckled. I loved hearing and reading those two words.

Me:Love you.

I didn’t add too because that would be three words. I quickly sent another two worded text.

Me:Drunk yet?

It took a few minutes for her to respond and we were about to start the next game.

Brooke:Not yet.

Me:Talk later.

I was running out of two words to say at a time. Brooke seemed to run out of all words because the next thing I knew, I was looking at a close-up picture of something purple and what looked to be rubber. It was hard to tell what it was. Before I could respond, the next game started.

I was paired with another guy, and Gary got the chick. I won. Barely. Afterward, I sat next to Avery as I watched Gary cuss with every breath he took.

“Take it he’s losing?” I nudged my head in the direction of the table.

“Yep,” Avery stated. “This chick is awesome.”

I watched her move around the table looking for the perfect shot. She was in jeans and a tight light purple tank top. I hadn’t noticed before because I was engrossed in my own games, but the tops of her boobs spilled over the top of her shirt every time she leaned over to take a shot. I looked around, and all eyes were on her tits, including Gary’s. He was distracted.No wonder he was losing.She was stunning, and if I weren’t getting married, I’d work my way in there. I was a man, and it was in my nature.

The dark haired beauty missed her shot and then eyed Gary almost as if she wanted to devour him. And not in the “I’m so hot for your body” kinda way. No, she glared at him like she wanted to eat him. Like physically eat him.

“She’s intense,” I indicated as I watched her. If Gary didn’t pull this off, I was playing her.

“You won, right?” Avery asked as though he finally realized my game was over.

“Yeah, but barely.”

“A win’s a win.”