So last night I was out with some friends and we went to a bar and they had a pool table! Needless to say, bets were made and I'm now $40 richer. This came to me while kicking butt at the bar! Don't let me have screwed up the coding >< May continue this once I've stopped puking though ~~~~ Hustler. Prologue All Kiha could smell as she entered the large bar nestled in the outback of Victoria was old whiskey and stale smoke, the sound of drunken cheers erupted on the other side of the crowded room. Kiha calmly strode over to an eight-ball table occupied by a single dark haired man. "Looking for a challenger, love?" Kiha smirked at the disbelief etched across the mans rugged features. "You kidding girlie? This is tournament night, unless you want to lose a lot of money while getting your ass handed to you, I'd suggest you buzz off," the young man, slightly inebriated, looked her up and down, "actually toots, when I beat you, maybe we can bugger off out back and you could, uh... Give me a bit of lovin?" "Sure mate, but if I win, you let me beat the living shit outta you, give me... Let's say thirty bucks and I advance to kick the asses of the next lad, yeah?" As if to say deal, the man chucked Kiha a cue, setting up the balls expertly. Kiha smirked, motioning for the older man to break. Balls skittered all across the table as the pale white ball crashed dead on with the point ball, none pocketing. Kiha strode into the perfect position, eying the 6 ball and smoothly hitting it into left corner pocket, quickly followed by the 1, 4 and 7 balls. When finally her turn came to an end, Kiha ordered a rum and coke as she awaited her next turn. Within a few short minutes, the only ball left on the table was the black 8 ball, set off-centre in the top half of the table. This guy was good... Kiha thought to herself as she lined up her shot. "Just not good enough darling." Kiha loudly exclaimed as she hit the white ball, watching it rocket towards the black ball, colliding with a harsh clack before sending the ball cleanly into the centre right pocket, beaming as the loud cheers of disbelieving men erupted around her. Crossly, her dark haired opponent forked over a twenty and ten dollar note, paling slightly as a cold glint sparkled in Kiha's grey eyes, suddenly realizing that by the end of the night he'll be whimpering on the floor. "So, who am I flogging now?" Kiha shouted, raising her glass to her lips.
I'm between writing this and another story that, though quite sexual, I may post after editing a tad. So updates are going to be kind of scarce and short until I have more time to write. ~~~~Chapter~1~~~~ Two months before Meredith, Victoria Kiha cruised smoothly into the car park, her old ute running like a dream after being rebuilt a few weeks ago. She rubbed the healing wounds on her cheeks and across her forehead, wincing slightly as she slid out of her car. With pure confidence, Kiha opened the door to the local bar, familiar faces giving their condolences and apologizing sincerely. Kiha ignored a majority of the voices, a few earning a look of recognition and a faint smile as she hopped up on the bar stool. "Hey baby, I'm so sorry about your dad..." Marigold, the bright eyed brunette waitress leant on the bar and held Kiha's hand in a gesture of love. "Can I just get a vodka, leave the bottle." Kiha replied, all emotion drained from her voice as she swiveled her chair to face the pool table, a picture of her smiling father above the mantle beside the table. "Kiha, one last game before you skip town?" "Not right now Rarque, can't you see she's grieving?" "No, it's fine Mari, I'll play. I better keep my skills up if I want to survive out there." Kiha stood, throwing back her drink quickly as she stepped towards the table, grabbing a cue as Rarque, a fellow tournament goer set up the balls. The familiar smoothness of the cue sliding between her fingers as she took the break shot sparked her attitude, leaving the game over in less than five minutes. Kiha was ready to go steal Australian tournament titles.