Chapter 11

I poured three shots and placed them on the side table next to the pool table to have them ready.

We all take turns playing against each other. Sean is pretty good, which means, unfortunately for my brother, has had to down several shots. He was already slurring and stumbling around before, and now it's worse.

I'm going to nag him about this tomorrow.

I'm a little tipsy, I have been keeping up pretty well, but I don't even perceive how. I have not played in years. It's pure luck at this point. Both Sean and Jason would act shocked when I'd manage to knock a ball into a hole.

The vodka is starting to go to my head. I feel my body relaxing as my face flushes.

I go to make a shot that I knew I can land effortless, but right before I aimed my stick down, Sean interrupted me.

“Your form is off. Let me show you.” he positioned himself behind me and pretended to show me.

I adjust myself, purposely rubbing my ass back against him, making him suck in a breath.

Around thirty minutes later, we