Pool Shark{klance au}

{1}

Lance had started another day at the bar. Behind the bar. With his uniform. The sound of the pool tables being used was like music to his ears. Compliments and flirty people. His fuel. Lance was pouring a glass of hard whiskey for a costumer and he watched as a stranger came in. A very attractive stranger in fact. A male stranger. He had a sort of mullet style but he pulled it off well. Lance was furious. He didn't want someone "almost" cuter than him to be cooler than him either. Lance would bring out the shot gun if he was better than him at pool.

Lance severed drinks and cleaned, staring angrily at the mullet wearing hottie. He was playing pool with people all night til finally people stopped trying to compete with him and just decided to gawk at his talent.

People slowly started to disappear from the bar and finally it was just Lance, a drunk dude cheering one the pool guy, and the pool guy. Lance cleaned up the bar, still eyeing the raven.

"What time do you plan on leaving dude?" He called out to him. The stranger was in the middle of a shot then slowly stood up to look at him.

"What time do you plan on closing... dude?" He said back in a duffle teasing voice. His eyebrow was slightly raised.

"Hopefully before sunrise," Lance flashed a charming smile and chuckled.

"Well if you're done over there, wanna join me in a new game?"

Lance bit his lip as he though and looked around at his station.

"Oh, one game wouldn't hurt," he started to take of his apron and he readjusted his sleeves so they were rolled up snugly halfway up his arm. Lance walked over as the stranger set up a new game then handed Lance his own pool cue.

"Thanks, so who breaks? And what's your name, Mullet?" Lance asked as he chalked his cue.

"Uh... Keith, I know it's a weird name, though my name almost called me something even worse so I'll take Keith," he laughed.

"Yup, that's a weird name, I'll stick to Mullet, how about you break!" He backed up from the table and tossed him the chalk.

"Good lord," he rolled his eyes then chalked his cue before heading to the other end. He bent down, aimed, and hit the ball. The ball hit the one ball and the others went out like a firework. Two solids went in the two corner pockets.

"So I guess I'm stripes this time," lance smirked.

Keith rolled his eyes again and redid his routine and got in another ball. The next time he missed. Lance felt his heart flutter at his fail and he stepped up for his turn, he got in three somehow.

"Tie," Keith said. "Go again,"

Lance ignored him and continued his shot. One in. Miss.

The two men played till the eight ball. Lance's turn.

"Left middle pocket," he smirked and aimed. Miss. The ball zig-zagged and landed in the corner pocket right next to him.

"Nice game," Keith winked at Lanced and sipped his glass of water.

"You won.." Lance was shocked and his face was red as ever. Never had he lost a game.

"Well... how about tomorrow night.. I give you your rematch and we can see who the real winner is," Keith put his jacket back on and put on some biker gloves.

"Good night, Pool shark," he walked out and the Lance just stood there star struck.

"Whoooo!!! Nice game!"

"Get out," Lance said and turned around. He pointed at the door while facing the drunk guy.

Lance finally got his time alone after the drunkie got out and he finished up his cleaning. Lance put his apron up and clocked out before locking up. He went to his dark blue Porsche and Lance drove home to his apartment to end his day.

Short but I hope you like it
Word count: 659