“Get your gear ready, we leave at daybreak tomorrow, for those with ladies,” The Prez said as we were getting ready to leave.
Cheers rang out as they filed out the door.
We needed some good news after the bad news we just had, but that’s the price you pay for our lifestyle. We have a bad image; even when we do good deeds, they remember the bad more than the good.
“Tank, hold for a moment, will you?” Bruiser placed his hand on my shoulder, causing me to sit back down.
“Tank, you’re having a blowfly, or taking her own?” Bruiser asked, leaving me confused. She was always going to ride her own.
“Didn’t ask her to blowfly, she had been looking forward to the ride,” I answered, looking between Bruiser and Prez.
“We will be riding through a town close to Jones’s, and it might get tricky,” Prez said, as if I should already know this.
I thought for a bit, running my fingers through my beard as I thought.
“I will talk to her, but don’t be surprised if she still wants to ride; you’ve seen her, she’s not like other women.” I shrugged, if she were like other women, I don’t think I would be this attracted to her.
They nodded in understanding, and together we left to hunt down our ladies.
It was a little surprising to find them in the games room. Girls don’t come in here often, although I don’t know why not. It’s a shared room, maybe the guys are too rowdy, and the room can get smoky.
“Prez, the girls are suggesting a pool comp, five bucks in the kitty, and the last one in gets the booty,” Sledge said excitedly. The guys are all for it.
“The girls playing too?” Prez asked, looking at the girls in shock, he knew most couldn’t play for quids.
“Yeah, they wanted to play, and we kinda pushed them off the table, so they suggested a comp and that they could play,” Tugg announced guiltily. He wanted to play and took over the table, and that might be a big reason they don’t come in often; they get pushed away so easily.
“Okay, work it out.” He sat on a stool near the bar and watched the men pull out their wallets. The girls did, too. Their names were placed in a bag as they paid.
“Prez, since you’re not playing, can you pull the names?” Slug asked, bringing the bag to Prez.
“We are doing a pool too, betting on who will win,” they added at the last moment, when I wondered about the second part.
“Get the names first, do you bet? Once the first person has broken, no more betting. What’s the limit?” Prez said, looking at the guys pulling out their wallets, whoever thought of this, it was a good idea, getting our minds off what just went down.
“Same as the entry fee,” Tugg replied, pen and paper in hand.
After collecting the money and sorting out the betting, the Prez started pulling out the names.
He pulled out the first two names, and they racked up the balls. Bruiser was the judge. The winner went into a different bag, and the game continued. All the girls but one were out, about what we had expected. Surprised they joined, but they wanted fun too, and it was only five bucks, so not a significant loss.
Then Maxine’s name was pulled out.
I smiled at her as she moved forward.
There were not many left for this round, and at the rate we are going, the guys are going to be too drunk to play soon.
She marched up to the table.
Her opponent looked at her and smirked.
“Want me to rack the balls for you, sweetheart? I wanted to punch his lights out. Oh, bow dare he sneer at my little lady?
“No, thanks, I got it, been watching closely how it’s done, she coyly answered, and set the balls on the table like a pro.
“Ladies first,” he offered.
“Are you sure?” Maxine replied as she picked up a cue, checked its length, and then chalked the end.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.