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Beverly was absolutely terrible at pool, but she wasnât absolutely terrible at having fun with it, at least. Her and a couple friends she knew from her major were all down at the local bar, playing pool in the back room. She wasnât really that great at it, but was determined to actually try - she was good at the app, this was similar, right? A few times in the night she thought she had felt eyes on her, every time it was her turn, and it wasnât really annoying her as a person, it was annoying her as she was trying to concentrate and it was throwing her off, so before she took her shot, she looked up at the guy who was looking in her general direction, before standing straight and thrusting the cue into her friendâs hand, before marching over.  âCan I help you with something?â she asked, rather boldly, crossing her arms and raising a brow. *// @mattfischerâ
It was one thing to be stood up but another thing entirely to be stood up and feel as though the entire bar was aware of it. There were so many reasons as to why Matthew had been stood up but, given his narcissism, he wasnât focused on those reasons and, instead, focused on finding someone to seduce into stroking his ego. There was a group of girls at the bar, all nearly tipsy enough to trap in a web of flattery and expertly-timed jaw clenched, but only one of them was a viable option looks-wise and there was no use in trying to separate her from the herd. Another group sat in a booth but they were all much too giggly for his taste. The only other group stood around a pool-table, attention focused on someone who was clearly not a regular pool player but was at least making an effort and, thus, Matthew found his target.Â
Had he anticipated that she would notice his gaze and storm towards him, he likely would have abandoned his search for a conquest altogether before returning to his apartment and beckoning someone heâd spent an evening with previously. It was too late, though, and he was trapped between the bar and a rapidly approaching girl with a stern look on her face.Â
He blinked once, then again after she questioned him, unsure how best to respond. âNo, Iâm fine,â he replied, punctuating the easy out with a sip of his vodka soda. âCan I help you with something?â









