❝ What do you mean I hustled you? I played fair and square. It’s not my fault you thought I was terrible and decided to bet a high number; but I must say thank you. I think I’ll treat myself tonight. ❞ Lia responded coolly and put the wad of cash in her inside leather jacket pocket, she set her cue down and flashed a wink at the stranger. If only they knew she had been playing pool for years: it was practically her main source of income as it was so easy to hustle people - especially men, and almost certainly if they saw her practice was quite a poor one.
It was only a matter of time until they got angry with her, so Lia turned to leave the bar, figuring she had enough money to last her a while. She walked into the cool night air and stared up at the shining full moon for a few seconds, then she headed towards her trans am, except she had the feeling that she was being followed. Swiftly, she reached into her pocket and felt the cool metal of her pocket knife, wishing she had something better than the only lousy weapon she carried.