Devil's Girl(9)

Eager to take my place? “Eager to give him another try?”

“You know it.”

I parked the truck in my usual spot behind the building. “No clue. Nothing’s going on as far as I know.” We strolled inside, both of us just a touch unsteady on our too-high heels.

“Ladies!” Irish was in his usual position behind the bar. It was one of Nella’s nights off, though, and she was probably home.

Time passed slowly when there was no one to flirt with. Anchor came by with his wife, and Bill stopped in but left almost immediately. Some townsfolk showed up, so the place wasn’t deserted, but they weren’t who I was there for.

Dawn looked as bored as I felt. Some customers beat me to the jukebox, so I didn’t even have that to keep me entertained. Finally I put my pride aside and took a seat next to her at the end of the bar. With a heavy sigh, I asked, “Want to play a round of pool?”

She gave the room a disinterested glance. “Yeah. Get the Prospect to give us a few beers and I’m in.”

“His name’s Irish,” I said as I flagged him down. Giving me orders, are you?

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Dawn will flash you her tits for two beers.”

Both of their eyebrows went up. “One flash for two beers?” Irish asked.

Dawn’s face finally broke in a grin. “Two titties, two beers.”

He nodded. Dawn pulled her tiny t-shirt up. Wearing no bra again, her huge breasts spilled right out with a perky bounce. Irish licked his lips. “Goddamn. All right, honey. Coming right up.” He stood frozen, though, until she finally pulled her shirt back down and covered her chest. “Goddamn,” he said again.

Beers happily in hand, we started a game that quickly became far more competitive than it should have been, especially at our skill level.

I broke, and got nothing. It took three turns before one of us managed to score a point at all. And it was only downhill after that.

“You didn’t call which pocket,” Dawn said, an octave louder than necessary. “Accidental scores are illegal.”

“House rules,” I said, “Ask Irish.”

And then, after another two turns, I jumped up and down and shouted at her, “No bouncing the ball. Illegal. No good.”

She sighed heavily. “Damn, can’t we just keep playing?”

We continued snapping at each other until Theo seemed to just materialize at the bar. Then our whole game changed. The arguing ceased as we treated the space around the table like a catwalk. Dawn arched her back and took a shot from the wrong side of the table in an attempt to give him a good view of her ass in her scandalously short shorts.

“Seriously?” I hissed at her as I passed. I leaned over the table, though, and gave the room a view down my loose blouse as I took a poorly angled shot of my own.

Theo was oblivious. He sat and stared down at his short glass of amber alcohol and never gave us a glance. “Think there’s something wrong with him?” Dawn asked. She sat up on the table and stretched out to take a shot that made no sense whatsoever, aside from showing off her long, thin legs. Our show was making an impression on everyone else in the room. We were starting to get glares from the women patrons. Irish himself was practically drooling. But Theo remained disinterested, even as I twisted to take a shot so that my midriff was bare.

Irish finally elbowed the big guy. "You realize they're putting on this little show for you, right?" Finally he looked up with weary eyes. Dawn smirked and struck another pose as she prepared to take her next turn. I, however, lost my composure again. A big, idiot grin spread across my face and my cheeks burned. I was sure I was visibly blushing bright red. I had to turn away or risk looking like a fool once more. Probably too late already. Irish watched us both with his mouth agape. "I don't know if this is the best or the worst game of pool I've ever witnessed."

I flipped Irish a middle finger. Dawn took her shot, bouncing the cue ball and hitting absolutely nothing.

I leaned over the table, arching my back and hoping Theo was still watching. I wanted to make up for looking so dumb and actually score a point, so I took an extra moment studying the table. One of my striped balls was in a good position, but it was far from the cue ball, and I wasn't a hard hitter. Hell, sometimes I missed entirely and just stabbed my stick at air.

This was one of those times. I whiffed right past the ball. Cursing, I straightened up. "Goddamn. How long have you two been at this?" I jumped and turned. Theo stood at the table looking down at the shameful display.

I tried to think of something flirty to say but all that came out was, "Let's see you do better." Idiot.