Oneshots for Every Girl [Vol. 2]

Lucky Thirteen ~Andy Biersack~

His blue eyes swept around the room, landing on a beautiful [skin tone] girl about [age] with [colour] hair done up [style]. Andy Biersack and the crew had off tonyght, their second day home from a tour in Russia. They all wanted to just relax, but staying at home was boring after the first twenty-four hours. It had probably been conditioned into them after always touring. Shrugging, he made his way to the delightful little creature who stood at roughly [height].

"Never seen you around here before, so you're either a tourist or a homebody," she smiled at him, handing him a pool stick.

"I could say the same to you," he smirked, amused at her nonchalance.

"Work, actually. It tends to keep me away from my hobbies and my bed. My bed is my beau, by the way," she laughed, removing the triangular barrier from the balls.

"Ditto," he commented, watching her line up the end of her stick to the ball of her choice.

"Let's make a bet?" she stood up instead of hitting it.

He was curious, smiling at her [body type] frame.

"Okay, what?"

She told him, her arms crossed before her chest as she smirked up at him with those lips of hers.

"So, whomever makes it to thirteen shots first wins?" Andy clarified.

"Yes," she bent over again, purposely nudging his thigh with her rump.

She made it in, and he didn't. The pair continued to play through the nyght, eventually making it up to twelve each.

"My turn," she smiled, aiming.

[Name] missed.

She cursed under her breath, playing it off and leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her head.

Andy took aim- and hit exactly what he needed to win.

"So, where's my prize?" he gloated.

"Up your arse," she sulked.

"No, I don't think so," he mocked her, twisting his torso around to pretend to examine the area.

When he was distracted, [Name] fled.

So much for lucky thirteen... Andy sighed when he discovered that she was missing.

He sighed and made his way outside, only to find that it was pouring down rain.

Also, that [Name] was leaning against the pub with a hoodie pulled up to prevent the moisture from fucking with her hair.

"Lucky thirteen my arse," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

He wiggled his eyebrows.

"A bet's a bet," he cooed.

Leaning down, he took his prize- one kiss from her [colour] lips.