The female bikie stuck her middle finger up at him as she drove off. Zac just laughed.
"Hey Rocky." He said to the bouncer.
"Hey Zac." He replied, letting Zac into the biker bar.
"Zac! Game?" someone called from a pool table.
"Yo Frosty. Sure, I'll have a game. Money or friendly?"
Frosty gave him a look.
"Ok, ok. Money. How much? 20 a ball as usual?"
"50." Frosty noticed Zac raising an eyebrow and continued: "I'm feeling lucky tonight."
"Not for long. Ok, 50 it is."
About halfway through the game, Zac heard a familiar voice coming from another pool table nearby:
"Eat that." Sneered a woman in tight leather clothing. "Like, pay up dude."
"Kelsey?" Zac asked.
She whirled around to face him, a smile on her face and stuffing a few wads of cash into her pocket.
"Zac? I like, didn't expect you to be here."
Zac glanced at Frosty and noted he was concentrating on making his shot. Zac sidled up to Kelsey.
"And you shouldn't be here at all. You're what? Nineteen? You have to be twenty-one to get in here." He murmured.
"So I like, have a fake ID and like, flirted with that cute bouncer out front. Like, so sue me."
"Zac? Your shot." Frosty called.
Zac stared at Kelsey for a moment, the went back to the table to make his shot. When he turned back, she wasn't there. He took comfort in the though that she had probably left after their conversation.
Not so, a few shots later (that is on the pool table, not of alcohol), Kelsey was back with a drink in her hand.
"What the heck are you doing?" he demanded.
"Like, cool it Zac."
He gave her a look. After his next shot, he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
"You look dead sexy in black leather." He said.
Kelsey met his eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"Uhh, did I say that aloud?" Zac asked, a little embarrassed.
"Oh yeah."
"Umm, oops."
Kelsey smiled flirtatiously and touched his arm.
"Oh, forget about it. But if it's any consolation, I think you look dead sexy in leather too."
Before Zac could reply, Frosty called him to make his shot.