The Hustle--SPN Quotefic
Title: The Hustle
Author: borgmama1of5
Summary: It’s a bar with a pool table
Wordcount: 300
Pairing: none
Rating: G
Spoilers: none; set anytime
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing pool in Kripke's sandbox.
Written for spnquotefic
2.05 Simon Says
Ellen: You went and got yourself hustled, Ed.
The Hustle
He was a punk kid, who either had a very good fake ID or the bartender just didn’t care.
I watched him circle the pool table, undoubtedly thinking he was a shark looking for blood, not how ridiculous he looked in the too-large leather jacket. A little scrawny, though I could tell the kid had muscles, and probably knew how to use them.
One of the other players finally caved and invited the kid to ‘lose some money,’ which he promptly did, then begged another game to win his twenty back, and before long he was working his way through the table, winning some, losing some, until the bartender hollered that it was fifteen minutes to closing.
The kid plunked a wad of bills in front of me.
“$200, double or nothing.”
Hell, the kid had hit some lucky shots, but he wasn’t that good.
“You really want to lose it all?”
“Don’t intend to lose it.”
The smirk when he said that decided me. Figured I’d let him break and then I’d mop the table with him.
Didn’t work out that way.
I counted out what I owed him with chagrin and walked over to the booth where my partner’d been working his laptop all evening.
“Dude, he totally hustled you.”
“I was feeling charitable and gave the kid a break.”
“You tell yourself that, Dean. Whatever it takes to salvage your pride. But I’m thinking karma’s a bitch and now you know what it felt like when you used to pull the same con at this kid’s age. Stings, doesn’t it?”
“Shut up, Sam.”