Meg (ashadeofgray) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2011-11-12 17:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel, meg |
WHO: Meg and Castiel
WHAT: another run-in
WHERE: a local bar
WHEN: Saturday night
STATUS: Complete
Meg honestly thought that this bar was better than most. And by better than most, she meant that no one was bothering her. She hadn't been hit on too much by any of the drunken patrons and at least a few of the guys weren't too upset at being beaten by a girl at pool.
Which was what she was currently doing.
Meg grinned at the twenty-ish looking guy who was leaning on the pool stick he was holding.
He was concentrating more on her ass and trying to get her into bed than he was on his game, which mean she was now up by two hundred dollars and was pretty sure she at least wouldn't be leaving alone.
All in all, she could start to like this place.
She lined up her shot towards the eight ball and made sure to shift her hips a bit to make sure the guy's thoughts were in the right place.
"Eight ball," she said slowly. "Side pocket."
Meg moved to make the shot when she felt a shock of. . .energy go over her. She glanced up at the doorway at the exact second her fingers slipped, sending the ball off track, knocking one of the colored balls into the pocket instead.
FUCK.
Meg glared at the doorway.
Clarence owed her two hundred dollars.