Page 20 of Finding Finn
I followed him over to the pool table.
“What did you get?” Tim asked suspiciously.
“Tequila, bitch.” He handed one to Tim and Jim.
Ben lifted his in the air, and we all clinked before sucking them down and then sucking on a lemon.
“Tequila? Are you trying to kill us?” Tim laughed.
“You have a babysitter, and the kids will be asleep when you get home. It’s summer, so why the fuck not?”
“Uh-huh…” Jim smirked. “You are trouble.”
“You have no idea. Now, let’s play pool. Jim and Finn against the two of us.”
“Are you any good?” I asked Jim. He grinned and shook his head.
“No, I’m actually pretty bad and always have been. You?”
“I don’t suck.” I took a pool cue off the wall and tested its weight. It would do.
“So, Finn… You want to break as the newbie?” Tim offered.
Ben finished racking the balls and stood back.
I walked over to the edge and took aim. I scattered the balls everywhere, and a stripe went into the side pocket.
“Damn! Good job.” Jim laughed. “You guys might be in trouble.”
“We’ll see. It could have been a lucky shot.” Ben grinned. “Just so you know, Finn, we are all shitty pool players.”
“Well,” I lined up the cue and sank another ball in the pocket. “Lucky for me.” I winked at Jim.
Ben’s conversation was floating around in my head. Did Jim actually feel the same way that I did? I mean, it wasn’t love. We barely knew each other, but it was something. A fascination, an attraction that had gotten under my skin.
I glanced over before sinking another ball at him, and he was watching me closely.
Maybe… What did it mean?
“Well, dude, we are fucked.” Tim laughed as he finished his beer. “I’ll go grab another round.”
I looked at my drink and went over to take a sip. “You should show me how you do that,” Jim said as he came to stand beside me. “We could be wringers in here.”
“A team?”
“Sure. Why not?” He blushed, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
He did like me, and my head was already a little fuzzy with the tequila and bourbon. I should have eaten before I came, but I had no idea that it was going to be a frat boy party. Who still did shots?
I missed the next shot because I couldn’t stop glancing away from the ball and over at Jim, who was leaning in a very sexy way against the pool table. His bicep flexed as he pushed himself away.
“Should we wait for Jim?” Ben asked as he grabbed his cue and walked over.
“Nah, take the shot.” Jim shrugged. “Well, here he is anyway.”
“Beers, and a bourbon. And just because…another round of shots. Ben’s right. We rarely get to do this anymore.”
We did the shot and sucked down the lemon.
