𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘 "𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑" 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁

✈︎𝐑 𝐄 𝐁 𝐄 𝐂 𝐂 𝐀

I stood before the vintage jukebox, my fingertips gently grazing the buttons as I deliberated over the song selection. I need the perfect song to set the mood for when I destroy Bradshaw in this pool game. The melodies cascading through the dimly lit bar created a vibrant tapestry of sound, blending with the laughter of my fellow pilots. Lost in the sea of choices, I pondered which track would perfectly capture the essence of this moment.

Just as I was about to make my decision, a familiar presence materialized beside me. I turned my head, meeting Bradley's gaze, his eyes alive with playful curiosity. I've gotta be honest his easy charm and flirtatious mannerisms were impossible to ignore. "Deciding on the perfect soundtrack, huh?" he teased, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

I tilted my head, giving him a knowing look. "Oh, you know it. Music holds a special place in my heart," I replied, a hint of amusement lacing my words. There was something about his presence that both intrigued and irked me, a captivating blend of emotions simmering beneath the surface.

With casual confidence, Bradley leaned against the jukebox, crossing his arms as he raised an eyebrow. "So, what kind of music does a talented back seater like yourself enjoy?" His voice carried a playful undertone, laced with a subtle flirtation.

Pausing for a moment, I pondered his question. Then, a mischievous grin spread across my face as I pressed the button with conviction. "Well, let's go for a classic," I declared, my finger landing on the iconic track by Journey. The jukebox sprang to life, filling the air with the timeless opening chords of "Don't Stop Believing."

As the lively melody enveloped the bar, my gaze locked with Bradley's, a silent challenge emanating between us. In that fleeting instant, an unspoken connection formed amidst the pulsating energy of the music. The playful banter and undeniable chemistry mingled in the air, forging an electrifying tension we couldn't ignore.

With a smirk, Bradley moved closer, his voice a low murmur, brimming with anticipation. "Ah, a fine choice. Can't argue with that," he admitted, his flirty tone unmistakable. "But tell me, why this song?."

"Some will win, some will lose. But you Bradshaw will be the one singing the blues." I couldn't help but smile, my eyes sparkling with a mixture of defiance and curiosity. "Strap in, Rooster. This is just the beginning," I playfully retorted, the challenge hanging in the air as the spirited melody of "Don't Stop Believing" washed over the bar.

"Hellooooo!" Hangman calls out from the pool table. "Less flirting more ball banging."

"Well that just sounds wrong." I grimace.

As the cue balls were racked for our impending showdown, a hushed excitement spread among the onlookers. The clinks of glasses and low chatter created a backdrop of anticipation, setting the stage for our own battle of wits and skill.

I focused on the table before me, channeling my concentration and determination. Bradley's confident swagger mirrored mine, both of us fueled by the competitive spirit that ran deep within our veins.

As I prepared to break, the sound of the cracking balls echoed through the room, marking the start of our clash. It was a moment of friendly rivalry, where our skills and strategic moves would determine the victor.

In that moment, surrounded by the spirited atmosphere of the bar, I couldn't help but relish the opportunity to show Bradley that I was more than capable of holding my own. The game had just begun, and I was ready to give it my all.

The cue ball sat in front of me, its pristine surface reflecting the dim lights of the bar. I gripped the cue stick, taking a moment to visualize my shot. As I leaned in, my mind raced through the fundamentals I'd honed over countless games.