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12.01.2012 , 12:39 PM |
I Love This Bar
trp - Sana, Aric
It was one of those cantinas out on the edge of town. The type where the lights didn't reach to the corners, the chairs and tables were dinged, dented, and occasionally held together by binding tape, and the clientel all knew each other. Aric grinned as he and Sana walked through the door and eyes turned in their direction - his kind of place.
"Go find us a table," he murmered to Sana, enjoying being out with her without needing to wear forty pounds of durasteel, "I'll get us some drinks." She nodded, kissed his cheek, and walked back through the cantina. He watched her go, a slight smile lifting his lips. All these years together and the sight of her in those skin-tight pants still made him grin. He spotted a couple other sets of eyes enjoying the sight as well, and his eyes narrowed. Drunks weren't the brightest, and some of them had no sense of self-preservation. One of them got up, his eyes fixed on the green-skinned beauty walking through the crowd. He hitched his belt and then slammed back into his seat, propelled by a firm hand on his upper arm.
"You just have a seat, son," Aric growled in his ear.
"Hey, mister, you can't..." his friend's protest was cut off by the death glare Cathars were so good at. Aric let him go, went to the bar, and ordered two drinks. Glasses in hand, he walked back to the back of the room through the watchful crowd. Most of them were decent enough. Working people who needed to blow off some steam, forget their troubles for awhile. He frowned as he spotted one guy, holding his arm like it was in pain and glaring at Sana who stood, leaning against the back wall, watching a game of pool. He walked over and handed her the beer.
"What's with him?" he asked, nodding towards the injured man.
Sana shrugged, "He seems to have had an accident." Aric raised an eyebrow. "Might have been caused by wandering hands." Aric glared over at the guy who gulped and left the table, cradling his arm.
"You got a table?" he asked her.
"We're next up against these two," she said, nodding to the game going on at the table in front of her, a pile of credits on the corner.
One of the regulars watching the game snorted, "Morrisant and Crowden own that table, nobody's beat them in months. Not since Morrisant missed that ten against Pl'nak."
The tall young twi'lek in the brown coat at the table scowled, "That didn't count. They were bombing the hell out of the spaceport, ground kept shaking."
Morrisant's partner, a human with some serious cybernetics for eyes, snorted and finished the last three shots in quick succession. His opponent grinned, shook his head, and took a seat. The cyborg ran through the set-up ritual: alternating the positions, turning all the numbers, rolling the balls tight in their frame. He lifted off the frame and nodded to his partner. The twi'lek lined up and took a smooth shot, sending the balls scattering over the table. And the game began.
Aric kept an eye on the crowd as Sana began to run the table, dropping shot after shot. They were the center of attention for tonight, strangers invading territory.
"Aw, come on!"
Aric glanced back at the table to see Sana calmly examining her next shot while the tall twi'lek glared at her. She glanced over at her husband, grinned a little. She lined up. "Seven. Right side pocket." She hit the cue ball high and to the right, sending the the target spinning off the rail, avoiding a high ball in its path, dropping smoothly into the right side pocket. She glared a little as the cue ball headed at a bit too much speed for the left side pocket. It dropped in, and Crowden plucked it back out triumphantly.
The crowd around them had started to gather. Four shots later, Aric was up. He examined the table, the angles, the possibilities, executing one shot, then another. Sana sat on a stool next to him, grinning as she leaned on her stick. Murmurs began to grow. Clean shots, perfectly lined up. One after another, finishing with the eight. Grumbles and laughter echoed through the room. The cyborg shook his head, glaring at them as Sana walked over and counted up the credits.
"You got some nerve, coming in here and clearing us out," he growled.
Sana raised an eyebrow, "Don't play if you can't afford it."
Aric was in his face in a second. "Watch how you speak to my wife," he growled. He met the man, gold-green eye to gleaming red optics, until the cyborg stepped back. "My mistake," he said shortly.
"Now," Sana said, "I've got an evening off, and I'm in the mood to play some pool. You want a chance at winning this back?"
Morrisant looked at her, "You serious?"
"Alright, you're on!" he said, grabbing his stick.
Later that night, Sana tucked herself into Aric's arms, snuggling into bed. "I saw that, by the way," she said.
"You dropped the cue ball with the eight on the last shot."
"Everyone makes mistakes," he said, frowning.
She lifted her head and raised both her eyebrows.
He slid his eyes away and shrugged. "We didn't need the credits. Those boys aren't exactly raking it in on those farms out there."
She grinned at him and kissed him. "I love you." Aric hugged her tight and slipped off to sleep.
My brother in law would be so ashamed of me. I actually had to go check and make sure I was remembering league rules correctly. My poor pool stick is gathering dust in its case
And if anyone is wondering where Aric got his pool skills - team of snipers with a portable pool table. Need I say more?
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