She chalked the cue while he took his shot, idly looking over at him and unabashedly checking him out. "An' I'm sure she'd beat up anyone who she caught lookin', too. She Swedish, too?" She asked before shaking her head, "You call that a break?" She leaned over and examined her options before taking a shot, sinking a striped ball. She then went and shot at another but didn't sink it. She stood back and took another drink of her beer.
If anything calmed her, it was the fact that Michelob and 8-ball still existed.