I was hanging out with two friends at the usual bar. We decided on a change of scenery and walked to a place usually frequented by rockers, punks, skinheads and people who would be hipsters if they bought 40-dollar-tshirts and 150-dollar-stressed-jeans. The bar had a pool table and a dart board, and we didn't know anyone there, so it was perfect.
The highlight of the evening was when one of my friends (we'll call her E for now) and I were playing pool against a drunk and very loud skinhead and his buddy. Despite their intoxication, they were good. When they were shooting the 8 ball, we still had one of ours left. E stepped up. She sank our last ball then got ready for the 8 ball. It was a long shot with a bit of an angle. I kept quiet, but inside I was telepathically screaming at her to hit it lightly. LIGHTLY GOD DAMMIT. JUST TAP THE FUCKING THING. Well, one or both of us isn't a telepath. She knocked the shit out of the 8 ball, and she did it perfectly. The 8 ball went down faster than a coked up groupie. People in the bar actually stopped to watch the end of the game. Apparently, the skinhead was a regular and known for being good at pool. E then picked up her stick and threw it down on the table. Understand . . . she didn't toss her stick onto the table. She slammed the damn thing down. The theme of the moment was "BADASS!"
At other points in the evening, the three of us played darts and argued about whether or not Angelina Jolie would have sex with me. Toward then end of the evening, I did a pole dance to "Honky Tonk Woman" while the other girl pretended to asphyxiate me with my belt and fuck me from behind. (No, I don't have any pictures, and I'm pissed about it.)
E will soon be moving to Jacksonville, FL. Before she goes, we'll have to squeeze in at least one more night like this.
The highlight of the evening was when one of my friends (we'll call her E for now) and I were playing pool against a drunk and very loud skinhead and his buddy. Despite their intoxication, they were good. When they were shooting the 8 ball, we still had one of ours left. E stepped up. She sank our last ball then got ready for the 8 ball. It was a long shot with a bit of an angle. I kept quiet, but inside I was telepathically screaming at her to hit it lightly. LIGHTLY GOD DAMMIT. JUST TAP THE FUCKING THING. Well, one or both of us isn't a telepath. She knocked the shit out of the 8 ball, and she did it perfectly. The 8 ball went down faster than a coked up groupie. People in the bar actually stopped to watch the end of the game. Apparently, the skinhead was a regular and known for being good at pool. E then picked up her stick and threw it down on the table. Understand . . . she didn't toss her stick onto the table. She slammed the damn thing down. The theme of the moment was "BADASS!"
At other points in the evening, the three of us played darts and argued about whether or not Angelina Jolie would have sex with me. Toward then end of the evening, I did a pole dance to "Honky Tonk Woman" while the other girl pretended to asphyxiate me with my belt and fuck me from behind. (No, I don't have any pictures, and I'm pissed about it.)
E will soon be moving to Jacksonville, FL. Before she goes, we'll have to squeeze in at least one more night like this.