I met Andrea while out one night with some friends. My buddies and I had wandered into a bar up the street from our homes, grabbed a pitcher of beer, and found an open pool table. We played 8-ball against each other, shootin' the shit while we played.
"Your turn, Jack." My buddy Brent said to me.
I took my shot, breaking the rack across the table. I saw the 14-ball drop into the corner pocket.
"I guess I'm stripes." I said while I eyed the table, determining what my next shot would be.
While looking for the next opportunity, the front door opened. I looked up and saw three beautiful women enter the bar, two blondes and a brunette.
"Oh, shit, Jack," my other friend Ray said, laying his eyes on the wonders before him, "I call the blonde with a big rack."
"Like you have any chance with her," Brent retorted, bringing Ray back down to earth.
I watched the three women walk up to the bar, order some drinks, and take a table across the bar, with the brunette looking over in our direction. I couldn't help myself, but I kept looking over in their direction. I swear, every time I looked, the brunette was looking back at me.
"Hey, douchebag, it's still your turn." Brent said, snapping me back from my trance.
"What? Oh, yeah, my bad dude." I said, re-focusing on the game.
I took my shot, sinking the 12 ball in the side pocket. I examined the table again, looking for the next shot. I didn't see much. Most of my balls were caught behind the solids or all the way across the table. I lined up my shot, and sent the cue ball across the table, making contact with the 9-ball, but missing the pocket.
"Damn," I said, heading over to my beer and taking a swig.
Brent went next and sunk two shots in a row. While he was shooting, I kept looking across the bar at the brunette. We made eye contact, flirting with each other with our eyes. The brunette excused herself from her friends and walked up to the bar, clearly to order another drink.
"I'm gonna get another pitcher." I told my friends.
"But it's your shot, dude." Brent said.
"Ray, take my shot for me."
Ray, noticing my intentions, said, "Go get her, man."
I walked over to the bar, empty pitcher in hand, and asked the bartender for a second. After ordering, I looked over at the brunette who was waiting for her drink. She was the first to break the ice.
"Hi. I'm Andrea." She told me.
"Nice to meet you, Andrea. Jack." I returned, shaking her hand.
"So, Jack, what brings you here today?" Andrea asked.
"Just some beer and pool with they guys. You?"
"My friends wanted me to get out of the house. Apparently, I work too much and don't get out enough." She told me, spilling her honesty.
"Well, I'm glad you did. If you hadn't, I never would have been pleased to meet you. Would you and your friends like to join us? Drinks on us."
"I would like that. Let me talk to my friends. I will meet you over there."
The bartender slid a fresh pitcher of beer my way, so I picked it up and headed back to the boys, who were watching me closely the whole time.
"Dude," Brent said, "What happened?"
"Oh, I just met Andrea. She is gonna talk to her friends and maybe join us in a few."
"Dude!" exclaimed Ray. "You are my hero!"
"No guarantees, bro. Just play it cool and don't run them off. This one seems really cool."
"Okay, man." Ray said.
After another beer and round of pool, I turned to see Andrea and the two blondes walking in our direction. I watched Andrea take her steps, her 5'6" frame, sporting 36-24-36 curves, demanding my attention. I couldn't take my eyes off her. There was something about her that pulled me in.
"Hi, Andrea." I said. "Guys, this is Andrea. Andrea, this is Brent and Ray."
"Hi, boys. This is Jenna and Lucy."
We all exchanged pleasantries, Brent clearly intrigued by Jenna and Ray almost drooling over Lucy. After a bit of chatting and drinking, we re-racked the table and began a game of doubles, with Ray and Lucy against Andrea and me. Ray broke the rack, but nothing went in. My turn next, so I looked at the table and decided on a solid. I took my stroke, sending the 4-ball into the side pocket. I took my next turn and missed. Lucy took her turn, trying to make the 15-ball, but the ball bounced off the lip of the pocket and out. Andrea was up next, so she lined up her shot and took it, sending the cue ball into the 4-ball, and dropping it into the corner pocket.
"Nice shot." I said.
"Just finishing what you started." Andrea returned.
Andrea lined up her second shot, sinking the 1-ball into the corner pocket.
"Do we have a pool shark on our hands?" Ray asked her.
"No, I just enjoy the game." Andrea said.
Andrea took her next shot and missed. We continued with the game until all but one solid and two stripes were on the table, with the next shot landing on me. I lined up my shot on the 6-ball and sunk it in the side pocket. Only the 8-ball to go.
"8-ball, cornet pocket." I called, pointing the cue at the pocket. I took my shot and sunk the 8-ball.
"Yay! Nice shot, Jack!" Andrea cheered, coming around the table and giving me a hug.
"Thanks!" I said, excited for the body contact.
"Another game?" Ray asked.
"Sure, but let's have you two versus Brent and Jenna."
Andrea and I took a seat next to the pool table and watched as our friends played against each other. We drank a beer each and poured another.
"So, Andrea, what is it that you do too much?" I asked, wanting to get to know her.
"I'm a nurse over at Mercy hospital. Yes, I work too much, but it's a great job. I love what I do."
"That's awesome!" I said.
"What do you do?" Andrea asked.