Her Little Secret ✔️

23~Drunk Men Tell No Lies

Chapter Twenty Three

I don't know what was happening. I wasn't even sure if I'm myself right now

I just knew the fact was that I was a wild bore, screaming my ass off as everyone hollered at the music and clanking of glasses of their beer while they chanted my name. I lost my shirt which I was now in my crop top/ inner shirt I wore. My shirt crumpled and twisted on my head like it was a bandanna just like every guys wore in the room. I wasn't drunk. No, I was just filled with adrenaline for exactly three hours

You might as well be curious with what happened to that scared shítlesss little girl in a room filled with delinquent and bad guys. In fact I should be cowering and In the car leaving their ass alone but instead, I was winning pool with a bunch of money tucked in my bra, leggings and some may have slipped on my butt crack. Yeah, immature I know

But the fact was that I was having the time of my life. Chris sat on the bar watching Me with an amuse smile as he stared at my crazy behavior

I might as well fill you in on how I became a maniac for three hours straight

Okay so I was playing, just for a second where I was winning. It was until Chris finished his conversation was when he realize I was gone. He frantically looked for me only to stop when he realize I was actually socializing with these men. You could say he strides towards me and hauled us to our booth where we got our orders. The game of pool was then taken on hold when the group went straight towards our booth. The guys filled in the seat where we were squeezed. It's not like I was complaining when I was rambling my mouth off as they listened intently about my tricks about playing. They were enjoying that I didn't realize our small little party became a group of listeners listening to me as I story tell them about my life

I wasn't even sure my life was that exciting for them to listen actually

And then someone played the jukebox that played one of my favorite bands Queens that was playing 'under pressure'. Soon enough, I was seated in with my mouth full. People talked and Chris seemed uncomfortable when one man took his beer and chugged it. I thought I find it funny when he glared but didn't say anything after that cause he was busy looking at me like he was waiting for some one to touch or manhandle me but then 'eye of the tiger' began to play- bringing me to a total stop as we got into a karaoke after that. What's more crazier was the fact that I actually threw myself in the crowd as they carried like the ocean. My shirt no longer on my body but on my head while they sang with me. But the party didn't stop until we began to play pools once more- adding more dollars in the table as we played intensely

"Shit" Brad cursed when he missed once again. I smirked in victory when they looked at me once again knowing I burn their ass once again. Taking my turn, I slowly took my stick before bending. I knew where I was hitting and with a bit of math and calculations, you'll get it right. Satisfied with my position, my arm swung back before pulling it forward as it glide through my supported fingers. The white ball hit number five where it smashes Into nine. The ball rolls as we waited in an eerie silence and when I watched, we fought to keep our heart beats in check

Because the moment I counted, both fell off the hole elegantly

The crowd cheers as we all rounded up as wild animals. I even had the chance to shriek as I extended my hands to the disappointed opponents before they dug in their pockets for the cash they owe me, grumbling that they just lost

"Alright ladies and gents!" I yelled, slipping my money in my bra since I had no pocket and pretty much my bag was in Chris's car "who's next?"

When no one answered, I began
Shriek again before drowning myself in water due to thirst. My hand cupping the cocktail glass I found before sipping it like a real woman. Chris though didn't think it was funny when he first saw me with the glass. He was so enraged that he snatched it out of my fingers and threw it to the bartender. Demanding why he gave her alcohol when she was pregnant