I think it's time to....

[sweet-pea]

open up a big ol' can-a Whooooop Asssssss.

Rack them balls baybeeee!
I wanna shoot some pool, and bullshit about them there good ol' days.
seewhaI'msaaaaaaaaaaaaaayin?

hee hee....
I'm a nut

[Firebird98]

You're a nut and that's the only reason we let you inside this bar in the first place.

Game's 9-ball. Call you shots, no bullshit. Loser buys the beer. Deal?

[sweet-pea]

You betcha!

Rack 'em up and I'll even let you break.
Make it clean, and spread 'em out.
(hehe, I've played a game or two in my day)
lol

[Firebird98]

*plays Bad to the Bone*

OKay, but I'm warning you, last guy to play me lost 200 bucks. Yeah.... the 150 he won from me and the extra 50 he had in his wallet after I sucker punched him in the parking lot.

*racks and cracks*

There you go... One's in front of the 8...

[img]wink.gif[/img]

[sweet-pea]

(ooops, I forgot my ball color and numbers)
damn.

4 left corner pocket.....
swooooooosh.....crunkle......roll......

she SCORES!

*chalks her stick with a swagering grin*
*squints eyes and looks deeply at opponent*

hah, that usually does it.

I'll have a beer or 12....
Firebird runs to grab brews....

Meanwhile.....

6 side pocket.. she shoots... one too many "shots" has put her in bumper mode.
She misses.

Firebird walks up trades her the brew for the stick....

[Firebird98]

ahhhh.. let's see what I can do here...

2 ball, off the rail, off the 7, in between the 5 and 9, in the side pocket...

WOOSH

*crowd cheers*

*bows* Thank you, thank you...

give up yet? [img]wink.gif[/img]

[sweet-pea]

Yeah punk, yer gonna be in the zone if ya don't straighten it out.
you cheatin'?
huh huh/
are you cheatin'?


Snatches stick from Firebird...
(wait, but it's still his turn)
Begins skipping around table as he chases her for the stick.
hahahah, he'll never get it.

[Firebird98]

CHEATIN'? Heck no I ain't cheatin...

Am I? What did you put in this beer?

(someone points out to me that I have yet to drink anything but ice water all night)

Dear God... someone's slipped me a roofie!!!

(another person points out that that was an aspirin)

... oh. Sorry.

*realizes what's going on*

GET BACK HERE WITH THAT STICK DAMN YOU!!

*tosses a few balls in the pockets because no one's looking*

[sweet-pea]

Gets mad...
Gets REAL mad...
Grabs stick from Firebird and begins a tug-O-war over it... he pulls it she pulls it they swagger to and fro......
Beers spill, lights break, but neither will give up the stick.
Sweepy has met her match... this one's a strong-willer.....
What are we going to do with this one, she thinks.....
and thinks....

and thinks.........

ef it... slide me my beer.

[sweet-pea]

*takes stick from Firebird, struts around entire table with her tight fitting levis and her crisp white T-shirt (she's a classic that way ya know)*

*looks around the room, all eyes on the table, air thicker than a caramel pecan roll*

She leans over with one leg stretched clean over the side, straight as an arrow, chest resting on the table, stick in hand and eyeing it... looking for that lineup. It's a tough one, but she can do it. Firebird doesn't scare her and she's not going to let him. Besides, winner gets free brews for the night.

With one sharp crack of the stick she slams the 2 ball clear into the side pocket. Gets up off the table and re-chalks her stick. Looks across the table at Firebird with a gleam of competition in her eyes, and blows the chalk dust off the tip as she stares at him. Damn, he looks like he's getting scared now.
She walks to the other side of the table feeling a little cocky and confident... leans into the table and shoots the cue ball straight into the corner pocket.
DAMN IT she shouts out loud.
Slumps herself onto a barstool and guzzles half her beer down.

Firebird walks over to her and gently takes the stick out of her hands, but looks at her and shakes his head with a slight snicker under his breath.

Oh this is getting good......