"You probably will," Pete laughed, sliding out of the driver's seat and tugging his coat off, leaving it on the seat behind him as he locked up. "I'm notoriously awful at pool."
He regretted leaving the extra layers behind almost immediately, the cold chilling his arms. He shoved his hands into his pockets in an attempt to keep them warm for the short walk to the door, his broad shoulders scrunching up as he moved. "It's a barrel of monkeys, how could it not be fun?" He pulled his own wallet out of the back of his pocket to make sure he had his driver's license on hand. "You guys really want to spend the night hustling pool? Like I said, I'm not that good."