"I'm just not at the top of my game tonight. Maybe one beer too many," he protested as he leaned back against the table again and watched her take the shot. Just as planned, the 8 ball went rolling into the pocket, effectively ending their game and giving them an open for a good hustle.
He slung his arm around her neck. "I got myself an idea just now," he told her and motioned to the men who had been waiting for the table. "Doesn't seem fair you boys were looking to play and my baby here wants to go again. There's no stopping her." A wink followed. "So how about the two of you come play against us? Maybe a little money on the table."
The men glanced at each other, small smiles appearing as they took in the supposed drunken state that Lindsey and Faith were in. "Yeah, that sounds like an idea I could get behind," the one who rolled his eyes said, elbowing his buddy. "How much we laying down?"
Lindsey glanced at Faith. "However much she wants."