Shark Encounter ((Asteria))
Posted: 18 Jun 2014, 09:04
A smirk danced to Charlie's face as she leaned over the table, the green felt brushing along her forearm as she used it to brace herself up, the glossy wood sliding between her thumb and finger as she aimed up her shot. Just before the chalked up cue met the ball, her chocolate eyes lifted to the man she was playing against. He of course seemed a bit distracted, even though she wasn't provocatively dressed in any way shape or form, she knew it was her nature. It was her in general. Her Allurist path made her just that much more attractive, and in this case, she was happy to play up to it. Him distracted meant that he wasn't paying attention to his shots. Sure, that meant that she wasn't so much a shark, but he didn't notice that.
Her eyes turned to the ball again just as her cue hit it, sending it across the felt, tapping one bumper than the other, a means of getting around the eight ball that was dangerously close to the last ball that she needed to send in before she could knock the eight in and claim victory yet again. And in such a moment also claim another fifty dollars that had been bet on the game. Yeah she didn't really need the money, but she so loved playing the other gamblers in the city. Ever since Elliot had taken her under his wing, she felt safe in Lancaster's, not only that, but she felt like she had a semblance of a family again. Granted, she hadn't met most of them save for the greetings on the Crownet, but she had recently met Pi, the leader of the line, Elliot's sire and lover, or was that mate? She'd have to ask him about that later, for now though she was pulled back into reality as the sound of the balls meeting.
She watched as the eight was sent in the opposite direction from the hole it was so it was no longer a threat to her game, not that it really was a threat, and the last ball dropped into the pocket, giving her yet another turn. She turned her attention onto the man again, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose as she walked around to find the best angle for her last shot, "How about we go back to my place after this game?" He said, his voice trying to sound sensual, but really, it just rubbed her the wrong way.
"Sorry, I'm not interested." She said truthfully, leaning down to aim her next shot. "Eight Ball, Corner Pocket." She said and pulled back her cue.
"How about I give you a reason to be interested." He said just as she went to hit the ball, the words shocked her so much that at the last moment she glanced up, and when she did the cue angled down and in that moment, the cue ball went airborne, and hit the floor, bouncing once, twice, and then it went rolling nearly to the stage before it knocked against one of the tables.
Her eyes turned to the ball again just as her cue hit it, sending it across the felt, tapping one bumper than the other, a means of getting around the eight ball that was dangerously close to the last ball that she needed to send in before she could knock the eight in and claim victory yet again. And in such a moment also claim another fifty dollars that had been bet on the game. Yeah she didn't really need the money, but she so loved playing the other gamblers in the city. Ever since Elliot had taken her under his wing, she felt safe in Lancaster's, not only that, but she felt like she had a semblance of a family again. Granted, she hadn't met most of them save for the greetings on the Crownet, but she had recently met Pi, the leader of the line, Elliot's sire and lover, or was that mate? She'd have to ask him about that later, for now though she was pulled back into reality as the sound of the balls meeting.
She watched as the eight was sent in the opposite direction from the hole it was so it was no longer a threat to her game, not that it really was a threat, and the last ball dropped into the pocket, giving her yet another turn. She turned her attention onto the man again, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose as she walked around to find the best angle for her last shot, "How about we go back to my place after this game?" He said, his voice trying to sound sensual, but really, it just rubbed her the wrong way.
"Sorry, I'm not interested." She said truthfully, leaning down to aim her next shot. "Eight Ball, Corner Pocket." She said and pulled back her cue.
"How about I give you a reason to be interested." He said just as she went to hit the ball, the words shocked her so much that at the last moment she glanced up, and when she did the cue angled down and in that moment, the cue ball went airborne, and hit the floor, bouncing once, twice, and then it went rolling nearly to the stage before it knocked against one of the tables.