Mad dog and Tommy are enjoying a quiet game of pool.  A couple of local bikers and about three babes temporarily interrupt their concentration. Everyone looks up to check them out.

Tommy nudges Mad dog with the cue to say, “Christ Bro who’s that broad, I ain’t seen her around here before!

Mad dog eyes the two bikers up and knew at least one of them knows how to shoot pool, but the other three couldn’t shoot straight to save themselves noting the staggers when they came through the bar door.

Mad dog scrutinizes the situation and the blonde who suddenly sparks a small smile when she sees the pool tables is definitely knowing she just walked into the right bar. Tommy was trying to figure out where she is from because the way she talks is real cute. 

Tommy is making the usual babe comments to Mad dog on the quiet about how tidy that tall number is in leather.

They watch the babe order and pay for a shot of Jack and then park her ass on the bar stool by the nearest empty pool table right next to theirs.  Mad dog wasn’t sure but the night could get interesting as he nods to Tommy with a bigger grin to rack their table up again, we ain’t leaving just yet Bro.

“Hey Bro can’t wait to see that babe bent over the table to shoot”, Tommy says grinning over the music at Mad dog as he racks up the table.

Mad dog listens in and by the sound of the commentary these locals are giving her shit.  Tommy likes her spunk and has a hunch she is not new to the poolrooms but is definitely not chained to those bikers.

“We gonna have a game or what? The babe says and gets off her stool to put the coins in the slots. 

Tommy watches her at the cue rack until she is happy with her choice. She took her time and he was a bit suspicious when he seen her giving each of the cues the weight test.   She leans up against the wall like she is holding it up, taking her sweet time to chalk the cue with precision.  

Mad dog looks at the five of them and smirks at Tommy to say, “Bet you $20 Bro that Mr Cue over there beats the babes before they pop one ball huh?  Tommy agrees but tells Mad dog the bet is $50 because the blonde might give the dudes a run for their money tonight.

Mad dog shakes his head as if Tommy is all shit and replies, “Yea right Bro, what makes you think that any broad can shoot pool any straighter than look prettier than the other two bimbos they came in with?

Tommy laughs…

“You see Bro, Mr Cue is so cock sure of himself that the game is his and that the babe can’t play for jack shit”.

Tommy winks at Mad dog as they watch her rack the balls up like a professional, and that was certainly not a lucky guess on her behalf.

“Hey Mad dog, trust me I think these dudes haven’t seen her play either.

Mad dog gives Tommy the nod the bet is $50 and they half-heartedly go back to their game with both ears on the table next to them.

The leggy babe takes her time lining up the break and before they knew it one of each nomination was down.  Mr Cue blinks.

“Big ones or little ones, your pick… oops I mean overs or unders, it must have been a lucky break”, she says to Mr Cue with a cute but cold look of sarcasm.

Mad dog and Tommy look at each other and must have been thinking the same thing…

Tommy is trying not to crack up and finally says to Mad dog did you see that filthy look that she just gave Mr Cue, you want to make this bet a $100?

“Yea why not Bro, the entertainment looks good even if she does lose but I think Mr Cue hasn’t got a look in with that babe the way she is slinging those remarks back at him, never heard such lingo, where the hell is she from!

Mr Cue makes his pick on overs and her shot continues.

Tommy and I watch her walk around the table very slowly as she eyes up all the balls and gets down eye level to the cloth to suss out whether she can drop the ball she is lining up.  Now Tommy is sure he just backed the right horse. This broad knows how to play and the routine was one of precision that he knew so well. Mr Cue was starting to realise that the boot was on the other foot now with his eyes looking as big as saucers.   The babe is beating him and he doesn’t have a look in yet as the fifth ball drops into the pocket.

Tommy and Mad dog stop playing and lean on their cues with opened mouths as the babe with extreme concentration took each ball down.  Her long power shots were awesome to watch as they were each neatly placed in the pockets.  She was no bunny.

Mr Cue still has his mouth open and as she contemplates her next shot, he interrupts her very loudly to say, “Sloppy, Sloppy player girl, your turn is now over!

The blonde froze and stands very erect and tall to freak him out with this glare.

“Excuse me! who the hell you calling a sloppy player and no way is it your turn, I haven’t missed a bloody ball yet! 

She was rather bewildered to say the least and wanted to know what his bloody problem was with her shots or would he like her to miss the next one just for him so he can have a turn?

The cutting edge of that tone had Tommy and Mad dog grinning from ear to ear.

Tommy folds his arms and the place was now all ears as this babe was standing her ground and Mr Cue was telling her ‘those are OUR rules’.

“Who’s fucking rules? I am on those ones and when I miss the next ball, it’s your turn, end of story! She sparks.

The debate got heated over his rules and her rules where she comes from and what difference does it make to choose a pocket, you either sink the ball or you don’t” as her tone gets sharper. 

She wasn’t backing down either and when she listens to their rules she says, “now let get me get this straight… that I have to tell you which ball I am going to put into which pocket so you know how I play my shots, like do I look like an idiot or something.  You wait to tell me now, it would have been more courteous to tell me before the game started you know.  

Tommy is trying not to laugh out loud as he tries to clear his throat.

She says, “I have been listening tonight and I haven’t heard any others on the pool tables doing what you reckon so it sounds like they are YOUR rules and not general rules, am I correct or do you change them to suit yourself around here?

 Mad dog can’t help it but cracks up because she is partially, but technically right and she is on a wicked roll regardless that they were the rules here. They were the house rules but she had this dude speechless with her dialogue.  She obviously didn’t know because they play differently where she came from.

The other players were smirking their heads off, as she was definitely a breath of fresh air and someone was heard to remark; get that girl another shot of Jack please.

Mr Cue winds her up to the max still calling her a ‘sloppy 8 ball player’.  This comment is really gets up her nose but they all know he is trying to break her concentration.

Tommy notes the grip on her cue stick tighten and the glare was rather ice cold as she tells him to get fucked and he can have his turn and sink the next five balls just like her if he likes …mumbling about the rules being changed to suit themselves half way through a game.

She walks to the bar stool and downs her drink still gripping the cue.

Mad dog watches her frowning.

She doesn’t say anything and just glares like this biker could wear the cue stick any minute.

Mr Cue smugly smiles some fake cheesy grin at her and he is about to take his turn when the blonde stands up and pulls some cash from her pocket and tosses it on the pool table.

“Ten bucks the babe wins! She very says and sits back down.

Mad dog coughs and Tommy grins as this babe has a keen eye and he is now damn sure she is a ‘hustler’ from the days of old....

Mr Cue pulls ten from his pocket and says she is on but she is still a sloppy player.

She pulls another 20 from her pocket and says and I up you for being a smart mouth and being all piss and wind.

The place went quiet, deadly silent with pool players in mid shots. It was a priceless moment.  The dude freaks and is now having his bluff called.

The blonde remarks, “now get on with your shot and if you say that to me one more time, I am going to shove this cue stick so far up your ass that you will be able to chalk the tip of your cue more easily from your mouth!

It was all on…and he give her the ‘bring it on girl routine…

Tommy and I watch her eyes go like ice and she slightly shifts her cue stick into a better position.  

She then walks right up to his face and there was silence as their eyes lock.  Now that was fire and brimstone on a good pool night.

The place waits to see if she was going to swing or use the cue stick in the moment but they just staunch each other out.

She then starts laughing and says to Mr Cue, “God damn you are short aren’t you, you want me to get you a box to stand on!

Tommy can’t believe what he is hearing because she is rather extra tall for a babe in comparison to the locals and maybe these Bikers are intimidated by her height.  Mr Cue doesn’t know how to deal with this babe because he was sure bombing out every time he opens his mouth.

His mates were all pushing all her buttons and each time she was winning points with no comebacks.  She was holding her own and Mr Cue should just admit she’s good and be done with it.

Tommy looks at Mad dog and shrugs his shoulders that if this dude sparks up one more time, he might have to shut his mouth for him and save her the trouble if her cue stick doesn’t reach him first. 

Tommy positions himself closer and then it happens.

The blonde says,” shut the fuck up and then have my shot while your there, I nominate the 3 into the left top pocket because you will go for the easy shot at the bottom right hand corner and my 3 won’t move from that position so you are sweet.

On that note she sits down again to let Mr Cue take his turn.  You could see bitch written on his lips for sure because she had him stuffed.

Tommy and Mad dog are not knowing which way to look as the blonde orders another Jack from the bar letting Mr Cue take his shot with a small grin on her face

 “Now she has balls and attitude, I like her”, Mad dog quietly says to Tommy, that’s my type of biker babe as he grins at the quaint fiery one.   They even have front row seats so that was bigger a bonus.

The game finally progresses and the only balls being popped are by Mr Cue and the Babe. It was tit for tat the whole way until Mr Cue lines her up for the shot impossible.

Mad dog nudges Tommy to pay up now with a grin.

She walks around the table and you can see her brain ticking over.   The frown is very deep with concentration or annoyance knowing that it’s going to be a damn hard shot to achieve, and still sink the black without touching the rival ball.  The table was stacked.

The babe glares back at Mr Cue and says, “such dirty player aren’t you but I suppose it beats being a “sloppy player any day?

Tommy quickly nudges Mad dog and whispers that another 100 she can’t make the top pocket off the ‘cush’ because that is the only possible shot.

Mad dog replies, “if she calls that shot Bro, then she is a hustler, and I just got hustled by a biker babe, you’re on but she wont get that shot”. 

Tommy grins big time as everyone watches the blonde nominate the far left pocket very slowly and purposely with her cue stick pointing to the pocket with a small grin.  Of course Mr Cue thinks there is no way in hell she could know that let alone sink it and is rather dumbfounded.

Mad dog shakes his head as he hears the 8 ball drop in the pocket with some pretty powerful rocket fuel behind the shot and starts reluctantly counting out Tommy’s winnings.

Unbelievable…

As she walks passed Mad dog she leans in and whispers something to him and leaves his mouth on the deck.

Mad dog grins and looks at Tommy with a bigger grin like best you rack that table Bro this babe wants another game of pool. They loved her and the night just kept on getting better.

They finally decided to leave and Mad dog asks Tommy how the hell he knew she would beat the smart ass before the game started.

“That’s easy Bro, it’s like this…first she was looking for the right length and weight of the cue off the rack and then the way she took her time chalking up the cue had nothing to do with the fact everyone thought she was just holding up the wall.  What she didn’t know was he is the pool champ so the odds were pretty stacked against her for starters.

We laughed and Tommy says, “fuck man about time someone sparked up this place and she whipped his ass good even if she didn’t nominate. Guess they play different rules Bro but she was no sloppy shooter that’s for sure…

One thing was puzzling Tommy so he asks Mad dog, “Hey Bro what did she whisper to you after that first game Bro?

Mad dog grins as he reluctantly admits to Tommy what she said to him.

 “Damn I was betting on the wrong pool table and by the way where I come from we call that $200 bet the ‘Miss Cue Special’!