Standing My Ground
I eat dinner with my new group of friends every Friday night. We always argue on where to go and always end up at Jerry's, a bar downtown, just for drinks and to play pool. “Come on Beth, this isn't fair. You never warned us you were a sharp shooter before we started wagering money!!” Ronnie whines. “Well you should really not be so prejudice to think I suck at the game.” Trixie laughed as she barely made in the 8 ball ending the game. “And that's a wrap. Pay up boys!” Trixie put out her hand as the guys emptied their wallets. “It's ok, next round of drinks are on us.” I laughed, feeling bad for the guys. They never lose money any time they challenge people in the bar, but eventually they will learn that they will never beat me.“Go grab a seat at our usual table, I'll go order the dr
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