Mistake or fate? (JenLisa Adaptation)

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She hunched over the billiard table with her olivine rich eyes focused on the number two ball. She aimed and took her shot sending the white cue ball colliding into the solid blue ball. The blonde stood back and watched as the pool balls trajected back and forth causing loud clicking sounds that interrupted the quiet solace of the bar. Lalisa Manobal smiled to herself as she drank the rest of her cider, she scored not one, but two balls in at once against herself. That's right, she was playing herself.

The bar was filled with empty barstools and empty tables. Christmas decorations hung from the ceiling and covered the walls of the small bar. It was Christmas Eve, and everyone was home enjoying the evening with family, except Lisa. She was one of the few people who braved the cold winter weather. She wasn't into the holiday stuff primarily because she didn't have a family to share the experience with.

Lisa bent down again and tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear and began focusing in on hitting the last striped ball into the top right corner pocket. Hitting the ball in, she cheered to herself, and picked up her mug and motioned for another round to the spunky bartender, Rosé.

"Hey, do you think I can get a celebratory drink over here, Rosie? The stripes are winning!" Lisa laughed at herself. She realized how lame she sounded. She danced along to the music playing loudly from the jukebox as Rosé worked her magic behind the bar mixing her drink.

Leaning on the bar she said, "I spiked it for ya, but don't tell anyone that I did that, or else." She said with a devilish grin.

"Thanks Rosie!" Lisa motioned as she took a sip of her warm cider. Rosé always made the best in town during the holidays.

Rosé was Lisa's only friend. The two had met only in recent years, but they were thick as thieves.

"So you going to get that eight ball in, or what?" Rosé challenged.

"You know, I'm not sure." Lisa walked to the edge of the billiard table trying to find the best angle. Facing towards the door of the bar, Lisa swooped her arm back, and hit the cue ball as the door swung open. Cold snowy air rushed into the warm bar and a dark shadowy figure came in. The eight ball meant for the top left corner shot off the table and towards the newcomer hitting them in the leg as the woman removed her coat.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Lisa rushed to the door to collect her ball and to check on the person.

Rosé was in the background fighting back fits of giggles as she watched her friend try to save face. It wasn't everyday she got front row seats to watching her friend fumble over her words.

"Watch what you are doing, you could seriously injure someone." The person snapped.

"I know, I'm really sorry. Are you okay? You're not bleeding, or anything, are you?" Lisa cringed just a few feet away from the clearly annoyed woman.

"No, are you kidding me? You didn't take that great of a shot." The newcomer deadpanned.

Lisa took a step back and really soaked her eyes into the other woman. She was dressed in all black, her lips were rich burgundy, and her hair fell perfectly over her shoulders. There was something about the woman that just interrupted the empty bar. Her dark chocolate tendrils of hair flowed with her movements like a waterfall around her shoulders. It looked so thick and soft, almost like it would be velvet between Lisa's fingers.

Lisa looked down at herself and mentally criticized her appearance. She was in jeans, boots, and a checkered flannel with a vest. She was polar opposite of the finely dressed woman, it was an eyesore how inexplicably average she was in comparison.