Mark had slipped his hand into hers, and Kandy followed closely, standing just behind him as he got them a table.  Her eyes scanned the establishment as he paid, but when he moved she didn't miss a beat in following suit.  They played, the two of them, for a short time, Kandice oblivious to neither the way Mark looked at her as she bent over the table nor the few other set of eyes that she felt burning into her backside.  He was good, even as he was understating his skill, and Kady let herself believe that it was to make her not feel so terrible, but she knew it was an act not really meant for her ego.  He was baiting the onlookers, and she decided she would too.<br/><br/>A subtle shift and bend in her knees swerved her hips, swaying the length of her skirt as if taunting a bull as she readied for another shot.  Her bright eyes flashed up at Mark from her lowered position and she called her pocket.  She landed a few fair shots, but it was relatively clear Kandice hadn't taken the sport very seriously in her efforts.  She had little to no structure, but she did have luck as it would have appeared.<br/><br/>At the time they were approached, Kandice was rounding to the same side as Mark, scoping what would have been her next shot.  Hearing the inquiry, she glanced over her shoulder but slinked to tuck herself beside him as the men introduced themselves and talked.  He named her Suzy and she waved timidly from her place before Mark turned to address her.<br/><br/>"Oh I don't know, Billy, I ain't ever played in front of strangers before," Kandy bit softly at her lip before casting a girlish grin towards their would be opponents.  "I really ain't that good," she teased herself, slipping a hand to drape over Mark's shoulder.  "But, I guess, a lil' friendly competition never hurt nobody."  She shrugged sweetly, and playfully nestled her nose in the slope of his neck.<br/><br/>"Sure, let's play.  It'll be nice not to be the one you're beatin' for a change anyway."  She placed a fleeting kiss on Mark's cheek, figuring it would only make their story all the more convincing, and took it upon herself to retrieve two more cues for the men joining them.  "Fellas," Kandy cooed with southern hospitality, relinquishing the tools of the trade with a kittenish wink before sauntering back to Mark's side.  For what it was worth, she trusted him more than the pair opposite them, and she wouldn't be venturing too far from his side.