Resting against his chest the voices of the bar slowly faded to a hum around me. I concentrated on what my body was
doing and I did not realize someone had walked up to us.
“Hey man. When you are finished over here you want to play? The dumb ass on my team keeps scratching on the 8 ball.” I jumped up in my stool realizing that a man was inches from where I was sitting and he pulled me back down to him. His accent wasn’t as
thick and I could under-
stand what he was saying. I started to relax into him again and realized our intruder had on Harry Potter glasses and was dressed in a
punk rocker kind of style.
He looked out of . Then again I probably place looked out of place.
“Sure,” the Russian replied never removing his eyes from me. He continued to work his way under my skirt. The man walked away as quickly as he appeared and disappeared into the crowd of larger men that were hovering near the pool tables.
“Eh so …. What is name?” He
stumbled
over the words and
paused
with a look seeing if I understood his question.
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