XUB 3 - Rematch.

[Constantine McGraw]

"That wasn't on purpose." Con replied, before taking the salt of her shoulder with a probing tongue and downing his shot.

[Rachel O'Brien]

"But it was the other day." Rachel said, smirking.

[Constantine McGraw]

"It was." Con agreed, pulling back the collar of his t-shirt and salting his own neck and shoulder. This time he'd worn a tee that would allow him to do so, fair's fair and all. "It's harder to get a rematch if you win all the time." he added with a smirk of his own.

[Rachel O'Brien]

Rachel removed the salt using a truly gratutious amount of tongue and teeth "And here I thought it was because you thought it'd be easier to get into my pants if you got me tipsy and in a good mood." she said, teasing a little

[Constantine McGraw]

"I wasn't trying to get into your pants then." Con teased back, thorougly enjoying Rachel's technique.

[Rachel O'Brien]

"You weren't? I must be slipping." Rachel said, racking the balls.

[Constantine McGraw]

"I don't think so. It's most definately in my unexpected good night category." Con replied, blatently admiring Rachel as she racked, before taking the break.

[Rachel O'Brien]

"Same here." Rachel said, sinking a couple of balls.

[Constantine McGraw]

Con smiled at Rachel before taking his turn, sinking two himself. Perhaps pool wasn't the foremost thing on his mind tonight.

[Rachel O'Brien]

Rachel, luckily for her, was better at multitasking, and sank three.

[Constantine McGraw]

Con again only managed two, looking a bit rueful after he'd taken his two.

"Not slipping at all..."

[Rachel O'Brien]

"Not a bit." Rachel said, sinking her last two, but missing the eight ball.

[Constantine McGraw]

Con summoned up some concentration and easily put down his last three, leaving them both on the black.

"You want to nominate for me?"

[Rachel O'Brien]

"Your shot, you pick"

[Constantine McGraw]

"Fair enough. Top right corner." Con called it, lined up the shot and made a clean smooth stroke, sinking the 8-ball.

"Your round I think."

[Rachel O'Brien]

"Yes it is." Rachel agreed, going to the bar and getting the shots.

[Constantine McGraw]

By the time she got back, Con had reracked the balls and was waiting salt in hand. Taking his shot from Rachel, he put it down before salting the side of his neck and shoulder he hadn't done previously.

"So.. best out of three right?"

[Rachel O'Brien]

"It all comes down to this." Rachel said, cleaning him off and taking her shot.

[Constantine McGraw]

"And what are we playing for?" Con asked.

[Rachel O'Brien]

"I thought we were playing for drinks. But if you want to change the stakes, I'm all ears."

[Constantine McGraw]

"How about where we have them? I win, we go crack open my bottle of Tradicional."

[Rachel O'Brien]

"And if I win, we'll find a bar that serves Reservado." Rachel replied, not to be outdone.

[Constantine McGraw]

"Deal." Con replied, figuring he'd better win, as he had no clue where to find Reservado anywhere convenient. And he did, although it was as close as all the other games had been.

"I guess we'll have to find that bar another time." he said, in a tone that sounded like a promise.

[Rachel O'Brien]

"Sounds good to me." Rachel replied, reflecting that it wasn't bad for her bank balance that she'd lost. "Now, you said something about a bottle of Tradicional at your place?"

[Constantine McGraw]

"I did indeed..."

[Rachel O'Brien]

"Lets go, then."

[Constantine McGraw]

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