As Declan saw his two friends ribbing each other over who got to be Sandra’s team mate, he could not help but consider how they were all acting like adolescent boys fighting over the prettiest girl in the class. Not that Declan himself was any better. And he was pretty sure that Sandra had been the most beautiful girl in the class back in high school. Or any class she had even been a part of. Heck, even night school! He had checked out her ass when she lined up her shots, but that was true for almost every guy this side of the bar. Some of the guys there with dates had even gotten into something of a spot of trouble when their girlfriends and wives and noticed their wandering eyes. There was no such shame attached to the act for Declan. He only wanted to avoid Sandra finding out. And she would be more amused than offended if she caught him staring at her ass.<br/><br/>After Nic had missed, Declan stepped up. He wondered how Alistair would feel about being deprived of Sandra as his team mate. Of course, he had brought it on himself by missing the correct order of shots and going before his turn. When Declan was up, Sandra had managed to pot two solids, whilst Nic had matched her output. At the rate they were going, the game would be over soon. Declan wanted to check out Sandra’s cute little butt for a bit longer. So he stepped up determined to make up some of their deficit. He potted a striped ball that had been inviting his attempt, laying so closely to the corner pocket. Then he had managed a trickier shot, in which he potted another striped ball in a side pocket. The back spin he put on the cue ball sent it crashing back into a small cluster of unbroken balls. One of them – a striped one – flew back into the opposite corner. Declan apologized for his dumb luck by raising his hands and grinning. As he lined up the third shot, he missed the opposite corner pocket. Still, he had gotten them to within one ball of their opponents. More importantly, Sandra was up again, a prospect he relished more than any victory.<br/>