High Stakes Pool
“Go on, man,” said Eric, giving Vance a light shove towards the bar and the girl standing there. “Go on, what?” “Make a move.” Vance drained the last of his beer and took a deep breath. He’d been watching her for the best part of twenty minutes. She stood out in this place in her long black skirt and corset. She wore her hair up so little strands framed her face. He waited for her to finish checking a text on her phone and then slid into the space beside her. His mind went blank. Shit.