Sandra smiled at Alistair, shrugging her shoulders at the other boys who might have wanted to be her partners but Alistair called dibs. She was fine with it. She smiled and nodded, “Oh yea. Let’s kick their ass!” Sandra had the glass tipping over her lips as she sipped on her drink, making it impossible for her to stop Alistair from making that shot. She wondered how he was taking a shot when she had just taken their turn. That would put him in the opposite team. He was so confident and went about taking a shot, which opened up a spot for a guy to fill in to be on her team.<br/><br/>“You have no idea what you just did silly!” She said and smiled, looking at Declan and Nic. She had no idea how the guys and rest of the crowd checked her ass out when she bent over and her creamy slender legs. Though, if she had known, she would be intrigued for sure. She knew people always checked her out and learned to ignore them, like many girls do. Only if she knew what went in their mind, she’d freak out. Though she wouldn’t run away from them as they all were her friends and not strangers. Sandra smiled at Nic when he made a comment at Al, “I was about to say too…” she laughed and saw Nic step up to secure his spot as her team member. She playfully looked at Al, “Bring it. Because we are going to beat you both!”<br/><br/>If was funny to see a tiny girl like her make such a comment when the stick she was holding was slightly taller than her. Though she knew very well how to use it, smiling when Nic helped the other team by making their stripe ball into a pocket, “Yeah you did help. Because we want an even competition!” She giggled as she saw Declan step in to take his spot. Declan seemed quite but that’s how he was when he was concentrating. It was her turn again so she walked around the table where she saw a possible shot she could make, bending over once again to draw her stick back and then stood back up. She nodded no, “I don’t want to touch the number 8. It would be over!” The black ball she was talking about as she walked around and leaned over again, taking a shot which pushed a solid ball into a pocket but the cue turned around and bounced back to hit the number 8. Just as she turned to give high five to Nic, she had her back towards the table. She had no idea that the black ball was actually about to go into the pocket. “Oh yea….did you look at that shot!” She said in excitement.<br/>