Page 27 of Wasted Oil

"Unless you boys are too scared?” Rhett whips his eyes over to me as I copy his words.

"You’re fucking on boots. Don’t come crying to me when you lose.” I step up to him, my girls slightly touching just below his chest.

“And why would I be crying to you when I kick your ass?" We are now chest to chest with an intense stare down when Alex clears her throat.

“Actually, ya’ll are both on a team with each other.”

Fucking A. Just great Alex.

Let the games begin I guess.

This game is intense, the dares going back and forth rocket fire. We have been at this for thirty minutes thanks to the bickering breaks from Johnny and Alex.

"Johnny seriously get your fucking head in the game and make a damn shot! You're gonna make us lose this damn game.”

Currently Rhett and I are kicking their asses with the majority of our billiards in pockets and down to the last three.

"Babe chill, I got this with my eyes closed.”

"Don't you dare.” Johnny lines up his shot and closes his eyes, hitting the billiard and missing by a mile.

"Johnny, you dumb ass! You just missed the ball!” Johnny shrugs it off swaying a bit signaling how drunk he is.

"Johnny, you play like shit man, I bet my 85 year old grams can play better than you with her eyes closed.” Rhett chuckles as he grabs chalk adding some to the cue tip.

"Rules are rules Johnny, Truth or Dare?” I think of a truth and a dare as he thinks of which one he would rather do.

"Dare.”

"Okay.”I bring my finger up to my chin, tapping it in thought.

"Okay, go into the bathroom, take a naked ass selfie and airdrop it to a random person in the bar.” Alex bursts into a fit of laughter and Rhett lets out another chuckle.

"That’s too easy, you think I’m afraid of showing a rando my ass? Come on, at least give me something harder.”

"That's all I could come up with, it’s not like vaquero over here is helping.” I look over to Rhett with my eyes slanted, staring at him disgustedly. He has been acting like an asshole this whole time, from his snide comments, to the way he flirts with the girls around here all the while looking directly into my eyes knowing damn well that it stings. Most of all, the way he is throwing this game and having me pick up the slack. That's right I’m the one that has been making all of them in my pockets.

“Sorry Princess, didn't know you needed me.”

Chills. Literal chills.

"Oh I don't vaquero, I’ve been on my own for awhile now. I know how to handle myself.” He smirks, shaking his head while stepping closer to me. He leans in close enough to whisper into my ear.

"Oh but you do boots I mean you've been so fixated on what or who i'm talking to all night I'd say some part of you needs me—" His eyes lower then flicker back up. "—I'd bet that if I were to reach into you jeans that you are wet and begging for more than just my touch." My eyes open wide and my mouth drops.

"What happen boots? Cat caught your tongue?” He pulls back his eyes a dark forest green burning with resentment and lust.

"Fuck you cowboy!”

"Time and place darlin.”

Fuck he's good. Too good.

Anger boils in my blood, how can he be such a dick but also why am I aching between my legs and tingling. Pendeja.

Still in our intense stare down Johnny calls out.

"Umm, it's your turn Mel.” Not taking my eyes off him, I shoot my shot missing on purpose.

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