Pfft. Rookie (Xavier)
May 31, 2013 21:53:45 GMT -5
Post by Elisia Lark on May 31, 2013 21:53:45 GMT -5
Why was it that she always ended up in the auditorium or the student lounge? Probably because those were two places she felt most comfortable with. She could perform on the stage without stressing too much if someone heard. And in the lounge, she could hustle people at pool without them realizing what she was doing. Not that she did it often because more than likely someone would catch on. The last time had been Chris before Christmas break and boy oh boy had he not responded well to a girl beating him. Most guys wouldn't, but it seemed like the jocks had the worst time with it. Which might have been why she targeted them in the first place.
Well, with her dancing done and nothing better to do, Elisia found herself back in the Student lounge, reading a book, appearing to be as innocent as possible. And she was innocent, just not when it came to hustling. The book was one she'd read time and time again when she couldn't find anything else. Luckily it was one of her favorites or she never would have been able to read it so many times. One could only read a book so often. This was her 23rd time reading it.
Ellie's eyes roamed the Student Lounge, her pool table still open and waiting. There were some amateurs, mediocre players and even some serious competition. Nothing seemed promising though. Most of them were a group of girls just talking and hanging out or guys betting on a game. She preferred to keep money out of it. If she was going to hustle someone, she wouldn't be taking their money. Oh no, she bet different things, not necessarily harmful, but something that hurt their pride. Chris tried getting a kiss and had no luck until he stole one. Most guys did want something trivial like that though. She didn't plan on giving one up any time soon, not with her eyes locked on a boy she wanted to have kiss her.
But what would her bet be this time? And would she find a suitable hustle victim?
Well, with her dancing done and nothing better to do, Elisia found herself back in the Student lounge, reading a book, appearing to be as innocent as possible. And she was innocent, just not when it came to hustling. The book was one she'd read time and time again when she couldn't find anything else. Luckily it was one of her favorites or she never would have been able to read it so many times. One could only read a book so often. This was her 23rd time reading it.
Ellie's eyes roamed the Student Lounge, her pool table still open and waiting. There were some amateurs, mediocre players and even some serious competition. Nothing seemed promising though. Most of them were a group of girls just talking and hanging out or guys betting on a game. She preferred to keep money out of it. If she was going to hustle someone, she wouldn't be taking their money. Oh no, she bet different things, not necessarily harmful, but something that hurt their pride. Chris tried getting a kiss and had no luck until he stole one. Most guys did want something trivial like that though. She didn't plan on giving one up any time soon, not with her eyes locked on a boy she wanted to have kiss her.
But what would her bet be this time? And would she find a suitable hustle victim?