Picture Perfect [UNDER REVISION]

99 Problems

Edited: 06/23/2017

"Our deeds determine us as much as we determine our deeds."-George Elliot

Lucy's POV

I thought about going home to cool off some steam, but I ended up finding myself drinking alone at Clam's, the local bar. A big football game was on television tonight, The World Cup match, so most of the lads were watching that except for one. He came inside the pub with a few pals and ordered them some whiskey from the pool table. I didn't bother to interact with him at first because we were on opposite ends of the bar, but he just kept staring at me while he played, and it was getting on my nerves. Men. Why can't they keep their eyes to themselves? I drank the rest of my screwdriver before building up enough confidence to walk over to the pool table to carefully observe their game.

"Hey, Excuse me. Miss, are you lost? The bar's over there," One of his friends rudely said to me as I approached their table.

I stood there with a blank face. You can do this Lucy. Say something. Anything. What's the first thing that pops into your head? Your name, duh.

"N-no, I just thought I'd come over and introduce myself. I'm Lucy," I nervously said back to him.

"Well, Lucy. We're in the middle of a game here so-"

"It's alright, Sean. If the pretty lady wants to stay, let her stay," He told his friend.

"See, Sean. I can stay," I stated with a smile while pulling up a bar stool.

"Whatever," Sean muttered under his breath.

"There's space next to me if you want to watch from here," A man off to the side said, "My name's Connor."

"Thanks, Connor," I replied, setting my stool next to him.

I rested my chin in my hand as I watched Sean and his friend go head and head in their game of pool. All they were doing was just knocking some balls around with a stick into a hole. I couldn't see the fun in any of it at all.

"Who's winning?" I whispered to Connor in a bored state of mind.

"Sean is, but Caleb's not that far off," he told me, "Two holes in one should do him some good."

"You play?" I asked him curiously.

"Nah, I'm much more of a card person. How about you, do you play any pool?"

I shook my head. "Not at all. I don't see the point nor the fun in knocking around balls with someone."

"I dunno, knocking balls with someone sounds quite fun when you put it that way," Connor teased, dropping his eye in a wink.

I giggled. "Were you trying to make a pun?" I questioned.

"Eh, maybe, maybe not. Something tells me I failed miserably though..." He trailed off with a frown. "Hey, you know, you never gave me your name," He pointed out.

I grinned widely at him. "If you buy me a drink, I just might," I hummed.

I don't know what possessed me to say that, but I decided to go with it. Helping me up from my bar stool, Connor escorted me over to the bar and bought me an apple martini, hoping to retrieve my name in return. Instead, he got to hear me vent about my boy problems.

"My best friend tried to set me up with someone today. He was a total ass. I should've just let her go on her stupid date alone. You know what the guy said to me? We were going to see a movie, and he had the nerve to say to me: justtake the fucking ticket orgohome because I didn't want to see it withhim," I slurred, gulping down the rest of my martini. "Can you believe that?"