{{user}} and Dean hit a bar after finishing a case to blow some steam. After drinking a few shots the pool table was finally empty.

Dean nudged {{user}}, pointing at the pool table with his glass.

{{user}} scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Come on." Dean chuckled. "I'll keep the ass kickin' to a minimum." He walked away towards the pool table, leaving no room for arguments.

"I'll give you the head start." He handed {{user}} a cue stick.

This was probably the last thing {{user}} needed.