In which your author doesn't really know how to describe this besides badass!scomiche and low-key (high-key) criminal!scomiche.

Also, there will be some mentions of drinking, blood, and violence.

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"Fuck!"

The sound of laughter was immediate and it filled up the entire room. The bar had been on the empty side of the spectrum for the past hour or so, but it was an open place to get drinks on a Friday night, and therefore, people still lingered. And now, it seemed as if everyone's eyes were on us.

I threw the cue back up onto the table before glancing back to the three men who all seemed overly amused. Even as the seconds passed, their lead man, whose name I had forgotten a drink or two ago, still was struggling to keep in a few chuckles. That fact was slowly ticking me off, but I knew I couldn't let it get to me.

Upon realizing my eyes were on him, the man made a dramatic showing of reaching for the money that was still sitting on the side. It wasn't that large of a sum of money, but dramatic showing he made of counting the bills made me want to reach for the beer that sat to the left and either drink it out of spite or throw it at him. Y'know, either one.

I reached for the bottle, but ended up choosing the former. I let my thumb run over the damp paper labeling on it, slowly peeling it away as I took another sip of it. I watched the man as he shoved the money into his pocket then as he looked back up to me.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Doesn't look like tonight's your night."

"Gimme another chance."

"With what money?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "You've been buying yourself drinks all night. Surprised you still think you can win a game."

"Oh, fuck you!" The man and his two friends laughed loudly, clearly not taking a single word that was falling out of my mouth seriously. "Fine," I forced out. I quickly finished what was left in the beer bottle, then dug a hand into my jeans pocket to quickly pull my car keys out. I slammed the down on the pool table, then looked back up at the men who all were wearing slightly shocked faces.

"You bettin' a car?" The lead man asked.

"Yes, sir." He narrowed his eyes before glancing back at his friends. His hesitation worried me a little bit, but if he truly was any bit as cocky and confident as he made himself seem, he would agree. The man turned back to me

"I suppose I should match you then, right?"

Without saying a word, he reached into his pocket, then set the keys down on the table right next to mine and I let out a breath of relief. They appeared to belong to a newer, higher end car, but I couldn't quite place them. At that point, I could have easily dropped my façade. I could've gotten just as arrogant as the man. I could have simply swiped the keys and ran out of the bar. But that would've been too easy.

Instead, I smirked and nodded my head. The man grabbed my cue off of the table and held it in his hand as one of his friends rounded the table to collect the balls and began to rack the balls again. I took the chance to glance around the building again, specifically over my shoulder towards the actual bar. There were a few sets of eyes on me, but I didn't pay attention to any person in particular. As I turned back to the pool table, I was surprised to see it already set up.

"Losers first."

I turned back to the lead man who was holding out the cue for me. With a lopsided grin, grabbed it from him, then walked towards the opposite end of the table. I also grabbed hold of the cue ball and rolled it towards the center of the table. As soon as the ball was in place I leaned down over the table to begin aiming for the break shot. I wiggled my hips as I did so, then glanced up at the guys once I was ready. The amusement was still evident in their eyes, but something else was evident in their leader's. I turned back to the game, let out a deep breath, then took the shot. I could only smile as two of the balls managed to fall into the pockets on the far end of the table.

The game progressed quickly after that with the next five balls being that they were in relatively easy spots. The smirk on my face was now nearly impossible to wipe off and was only fueled by how pissed off the three men were. The next shot I had to take wasn't the easiest one in the world, one that I knew the man would have struggled with, but once I took an extra moment to aim, the ball ended up in the closest pocket. The cue ball had also hit another ball on the table which conveniently set up my next and final shot perfectly. I didn't bother to make a big show of hitting the eight ball into the pocket after that. Instead I simply placed the cue back on the table, grabbed both sets of keys, then went towards the main guy. I went up on my toes when I was close enough to him, then pecked his cheek.

"Thank you, boys," I said before brushing past the others. I went right for the front door of the bar then, not bothering to stay any longer.

The parking lot was just as empty as it was when I first arrived here, though there were new some cars that I hadn't seen before. Speaking of new cars, I had to find the one the keys belonged too. I walked towards the center of the lot, then pressed the unlock button on the fob. I searched for any lights, and was pleased to see a car at the end of the lot with its lights on. I smirked, but before I could head over there, I heard a familiar voice calling after me.

"Hey!"

I looked over at my shoulder to see the three guys suddenly outside, just beyond the bar doors. They continued to walk until they were a couple yards behind in front of me.

"You just hustled us." I rolled my eyes before pointing in the main guy's direction.

"I hustled you. You were the dumbass that made that bet."

"I didn't know you were gonna lie about it."

"You put them on the table. They were fair game in my book." Their gazes seemed to narrow, if that was at all possible. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have places to be."

With that, I quickly turned on my heels to head towards the car. Before I could get to far though, I felt someone grab onto my shoulder to spin me back around. That was enough to truly piss me off, but I was interrupted before I could say anything.

"You wanna try that again?"

As if on cue, all four of us turned to face the newest guy that had joined in on the conversation. He was wearing a dark sweatshirt pair of jeans to make him inconspicuous, but the hood up over his head was making him appear more mysterious. While the three men grew more confused, all I could do was smirk.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Does that matter?"

"You aren't a part of this shit. Go away."

"Watched the whole game," the blonde said while taking a few steps forward. "Nothin' dirty about it."

"You're on his team then?"

"In more ways than one."

My smile grew at the remark, especially once the blonde winked at me. I kept my eyes on him for another second, which was just long enough to see his eyes widen. Before I could grow confused or even figure out what was going on, I felt a fist collide with the side of my face. Naturally, I stumbled back a foot or two before coming to a stop and immediately looking back to the lead man.

"You really wanna do this?" I asked, ignoring the stinging sensation I felt on my cheek.

"2 to 3, odds in our favor. I don't think we have anything to worry about."

"Wanna bet?"

The man narrowed his eyes then started to come back towards me. Before he could even raise his fist, I forced myself to take a deep breath then turn off my brain and let my instincts take over. I'd been in this position before, we both had, so I knew it was the best course of action. I had practically no worries about it, especially considering he was here with me.

After that point, I lost all track of time. I knew it couldn't have been an extraordinarily long amount, but I had no way of knowing. All I knew was that the next time I paused to really think about what was going on, was once I finally looked down at the ground and saw the three men laying there. I sucked in a deep breath, which felt like the first one I had taken in the past couple of minutes. After taking a few more breaths, I looked up to the blonde. His eyes were still on the scene but they flickered up to meet mine a second later.

"Bring the car over here." I nodded my head, then threw him the old pair of keys. I jogged over towards the other car, then opened the door, slid into the seat and turned it on. I took a brief moment to admire the vehicle before backing out of the stall then driving back to where our old car was. I put it park once I was there and didn't have to wait long for the other man. The rear passenger side door opened up almost immediately and a couple of bags were soon being thrown into the backseat. That door slammed shut, and a second later the door on my right was opening and the blonde sat in the seat before shutting it. With that, I put the car in drive, then sped off.

Within half an hour, I found myself on some backroad. Trees lined each side of the road, and the tight turns begged me to go slower. The two of us had a town in mind that we wanted to go to next, and while we were in no rush to get there, I didn't feel the urge to slow down. I felt strangely at ease traveling along the road, but it was nothing against the wave adrenaline I was still on the tail end of.

"I'm really gonna miss that car," I said, wanting to break the silence. I waited for him to say something, or even make some noise in acknowledgement, but I got nothing from him. After a minute of quiet passed, I glanced at him, only to notice him wearing a concerned look.

"You have a cut on your face," he finally spoke up. Instinctively, I reached a hand up and placed it on the area that felt the most sore. When I pulled it back, a portion of my hand appeared to be a bit darker than the rest of it.

"And who's fault was that?"

"I would never lay a hand on you."

"Your fault for getting involved."

"You sayin' you could've taken them all?"

"I would've loved to try."

"God, that's hot." I couldn't help but look back over at him then. I was pleased to see a bit of a smirk on his face. I knew he had to still be concerned, but at least it wasn't at the forefront of his mind now.

"Keep it in your pants, Hoying." I heard him stifle a laugh, but barely a moment later he was replying in a much more serious voice.

"Pull over."

"What?"

"You heard me." I glanced over at him but eventually obliged when a small clearing came into view. I pulled off the road until the tires on the left just barely touched the pavement. I turned the car off, then finally turned to face him.

"What the fuck do you want?" He stared back at me for a moment before bringing his hand up and wrapping it around the back of my neck. He quickly pulled me in close and placed his lips on mine. I instantly kissed back, fully aware that was the only option I was given. Not that I minded, though. I practically could feel the excitement still radiating off of him. The excitement and passion he was kissing me with only made me want to kiss him that much more, but we were pulling away for a breath before that could happen.

"Goddammit, Scott," I muttered.

Apparently that remark was all he needed, because with that, he pulled further away from me. His eyes drifted from mine, to where I was sure the cut was on my face, down to my lips, then back up to my eyes. The corners of his lips turned up into a grin before he sat back in his seat.

"You done?"

"Yeah."

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This will probably be the last update on this book for a month/month and a half. Reason A for that is because school is starting very soon for me. Reason B is that I'm participating in a prompt challenge where I write a drabble/one-shot every day for the month of September. So if you want more one-shots and daily updates, head over to the book "September Drabbles" and add that to your library.