"Can't take being beaten by a girl?" she asked teasingly. She took another sip of the scotch and moaned softly. "Well you're definitely right about Here having good taste."
She put the glass down and licked over her lips slowly looking at him as she did. Little flirting never hurt anyone.
She smiled at him and bent over to take another shot, her leather covered ass in perfect view for him as she did. She took another shot and missed by a hair.
She looked up at him pouting. She walked over close to him, close enough that he could feel her breath on his skin.
"Your shot," she said in a low voice, one hand on her cue, the other she placed on his hip.