Part Two

Waiting for nearly an hour for Hollie to get ready, Peter eventually found the brunette joining him as he escorted them down to his car, a black 1969 Ford Mustang where he turned on the car and drove them down the winding streets of Redwater City until finally they parked up outside of Lane 7, an arcade located in the Central Redwater area of the city in a single-storey building with an open-floor plan that held various different games the owner had accumulated over the years.

Escorting Hollie into the building, Peter and Hollie found themselves playing game, after game with Peter managing to best Hollie in Air Hockey and Pinball however Hollie managed to get him back when she managed to beat him at bowling and when they played some dancing arcade game, Peter had no interest in playing. Peter did think it was worth it though, especially since it had brought a smile to Hollie's heartbroken face.

The pair eventually did move on, making their way across the arcade when they came across a pool table and Hollie looked at Peter with a smirk while Peter almost seemingly rolled his eyes at the brunette, knowing full well what she was about to say.

"How about a game?" Hollie suggested.

"Are you kidding me?" Peter responded. "Of course not. You're a sore loser when it comes to pool."

"Am not," Hollie defended herself. "I've always whooped your ass when it came to pool."

"If you say so." Peter shrugged.

"I did and you know it," Hollie said with a smile. "I had a great teacher, don't forget."

"We had the same teacher," Peter reminded Hollie. "Jay taught both of us, remember?" Peter added, referring to Peter's Godfather and Hollie's father.

Best friend to Peter's father, Dustin Grayson, Jay Cavanaugh had remained close to his childhood friend even being best man at his weddings and being named Peter's Godfather so it was natural that Peter and Hollie sparked up a friendship from when they were babies and often hung out with each other. It was during one of those childhood get-togethers between the two families that Jay had actually taught his daughter and Godson how to play pool, something that had inadvertently started a playful rivalry between the pair.

"Wanna put your money where your mouth is?" Hollie told Peter.

"If you're feeling that confident then sure," Peter said as he picked up the cues, handing one to Hollie. "What are the stakes?"

"A hundred bucks?" Hollie told Peter. "And the loser has to also buy lunch?"

"Fine." Peter smiled as he held out his hand which Hollie shook before racking up the balls and saying to Hollie. "Ladies first."

Hollie merely smiled back at Peter while he walked over to the other end of the table. As she placed the ball, Hollie carefully lined up her first shot before pulling back breaking the others and even getting one in. However, the great start was immediately let down when Hollie missed her next shot.

Peter then replaced Hollie, taking his pool cue and potting in two of his balls but missed his third shot. Hollie smirked at Peter before getting up from her seat to lean over, jutting her curvy ass out to Peter who couldn't help but stare at the sight. Hollie then looked over her shoulder at Peter with a mischievous grin and then took her shot, narrowingly missing the pocket.

"Your turn," Hollie said as she stood up, noticing Peter's eyes still focused on her ass, rather than on the game. "Focus Grayson!" Hollie said clicking her fingers at his face. "You'd think you of all people would be used to seeing a girl bend over a pool table, you've done it to plenty after all."

"I know, sorry, just wasn't expecting it." Peter shook his head as he walked over to take his turn.

The pool game ended up being by far one of the longest in either of Peter's life lasting nearly an hour before the two friends got to the very end, both needing to sink the eight ball for the victory. Peter had found the game difficult since the moment he had seen Hollie bending over the table, mostly because after that moment Hollie had made sure to flirt, tease and showcase her body with every one of her turns and during Peter's turn in an effort to distract him.

Peter had done his best to remain focused and made his way to the table, ready to take the final shot and win the game and he could see Hollie from the corner of his eye, smiling mischievously, knowing how worked up she had gotten her best friend and as he lined up his shot, his eyes went to Hollie once again, who had now taken off her jacket, revealing her crop-top that barely contained her very, large breasts before sitting down in front of Peter, playing with the strap of the top and it as he moved to take his shot, Hollie's hand on her strap, lowered to her impressive cleavage and began to turn his attention there and Peter despite his efforts, found himself distracted accidentally moved his cue forward, touching the ball which rolled slightly and tapped the eight-ball which barely moved.

"Hah, my turn," Hollie excitedly said and Peter shook his head at his best friend's antics as she leaned up her shot, showing off her ass to her best friend once more before taking the shot and sinking the eight-ball in. Immediately Hollie stood right back up turned to Peter and gloated. "Hah, I win!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Peter sarcastically responded as he handed Hollie her victory money. "And where would the victor like to go for lunch?"

"I know just the place." Hollie smiled.

"No!" Jerome yelled at the screen as he watched his character get slain once more by Claire's character, following the latest round of video-games the pair had been playing. "How are you so good?"

"Nate and I used to play video-games sometimes." Claire shrugged.

"There's playing sometimes and then there's beating me three times in a row on a game you said you've never played." Jerome told her in disbelief. "Besides, Nathan's never been as good as I was at video-games."

"I don't know what to tell you, I've never played this one even with Nathan," Claire smiled. "Maybe you're not as great at this one then you thought."

"I’m brilliant at video-games. This and basketball are my speciality." Jerome boasted.

"Then explain how'd you get your ass beaten by a girl?" Claire teasingly said.

"I didn't..." Jerome said as he grabbed his controller and looked back at the screen. "Let's go another round."

"You sure you can keep up with me?" Claire tested.

"I can keep up just fine," Jerome responded. "Trust me."

"If you say so." Claire smiled.

"Just focus on the screen," Jerome said as he loaded the next round. "I don't want any excuses for when I beat you."

"I'm sure you'll come up with plenty." Claire jested.

"I won't need them," Jerome told her, taking off his jacket.

"It must be getting serious if the jacket's coming off." Claire laughed, while taking in his somewhat muscular form, which seemed to really have been shown off in the tight-fit T-shirt he was wearing and when he leaned forward.

"Eyes on the screen, Upton," Jerome said to her. "Time to show you who the real champion is.”