Rhythm

2.

"You should send these to me," Sam said, pointing to your phone, "I'd like to look back on these. You get really good shots of all of us here."

"I can AirDrop them if you want-" you started to say, but he had already gotten his phone out and started to scan your Snapchat QR code. Sammy_GVF* added you on Snap! It was real- oh, shit. He looked at you and smiled.

"That's okay- right?"

"Yeah, yeah it's fine." You said, and smiled back.

"Cool. That's my personal one, so you might see some snaps of random stuff rather than concert related business," he said, giggling to himself, "So if you get bored you can unadd me." Why would you ever?

"Do I have your personal snap?" Danny asked playfully, watching Sam shake his head in annoyance.

Sam sent you a snapchat stating: "Send me the videos when you can." and saved the message so it didn't delete. You wanted to send them right away, but Jake motioned you and Sam to play a round of pool.

"Josh won, said he wanted Sam to challenge [Y/N] instead of one of you play." Jake said, handing Sam his pool stick. Josh rolled his across the pool table to you. The two of you awkwardly stared at each other, then Sam nonchalantly shrugged his arms and lined the balls up for the first hit.

"Do you wanna break 'em? Or do you want me to?" he asked. You nodded for him to do it, so he moved around and lined up to hit. He was right next to you, his body knelt down at an angle to get a good aim of the balls. You could smell alcohol, and a cologne amidst his sweat-drenched body. He had changed his clothes from performing, but he still smelled like the venue; you kind of liked it. His arm went back to draw the stick and then it clacked into the cue ball sending all of the other balls array. One of the striped ones went into a hole, signifying that he had the stripes, and you had the wholes. He tried for another ball, but it caressed the hole and hung around for a second before staying put. "Your play, sunshine." he said mysteriously.

You positioned yourself, worried for your play since he had candidly called you a pet name in front of his brothers and friend. Your arm drew back, and you tried to hide the shakiness in it. It was still very surprising that you met them, and now you were playing a game of pool with them. Sam admired your style, and calculated his next moves while you made yours. You missed, badly, and laughed it off despite the embarrassment that came over you. "Just my luck." You muttered.

"I can let you win," Sam said playfully, nudging your shoulder, "If you want." he scored another two shots and then let you try again.

"That won't be necessary." You said in reply, sending the cue ball after the ball you had missed before. You managed to make a trick shot and scored three balls in one. Then, you tried again with your lucky streak going: you ended up getting down to two balls in two hits. You felt pretty confident and you started to get cocky. "Your play, now, babe." you said to Sam who turned bright red. It was probably thanks to the alcohol, or maybe Danny and Josh cackling at him, but you wanted to think your compliment made him blush.

He readied his aim, and fumbled. His cue ball hit the eight ball right into the hole it was cusping. He lost. "Damn," he said, then looked at you, "You took my luck."

"Seems it," you said in reply, "Or did you let me win?"

He shrugged, and returned to his table. You looked at him while the others circled and asked who you'd challenge next. You wanted to politely decline, and go sit with Sammy, but in order to not embarrass him further you played a round against Josh. After you (purposely) lost, you then took your opportunity to go sit with him. He lifted his head from his phone and gave an inviting grin to you.

"Did you lose?" he asked.

"Yeah," you said, "Was Josh always that good at pool?"

"No," he laughed, and took a swig of his drink, "He's just drunk."

"And you're not?"

"I can handle my liquor." He said menacingly. You couldn't help but think everything he was saying was hot. "So, you got your guess yet?"

"Guess?" you pondered aloud, "Was I supposed to be guessing something?"

"Yeah," he said, "Did I let you win, or not?"

"For sure."

"Guessed wrong," he said, "I don't know how you did it, but you kicked my ass."

"You kicked your own," you said, and the both of you laughed, "I owe it all to my wit, really."

"Calling me babe is not wit," he said, his index finger tapped the table restlessly, "That was just dirty flirting."

"I was not flirting!" you exclaimed, your face burned.

"Sure." he said in reply, and ordered a beer for you. "The look on your face says it all, [Y/N]."

You opened the beer and took a drink, trying desperately to rationalize and process it all. Sammy grinned at you, and sipped his drink. The others seemed not to notice the two of you hitting it off, which allowed you both alone time while they screamed and hollered over pool games. The other patrons grew tired of the noise and left, but no one complained.

"Sammy," Josh exclaimed, "Another round of pool?"

"Do you wanna go again?" he asked you, and you shrugged. "Yeah, I gotta get my revenge on [Y/N]." Oh, no.

*This is not Sammy's real snapchat.