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The room erupted. Jax slammed his rod down. “One more.”
“And if I win?” Jax leaned forward.
The back room of The Rink wasn’t much to look at—sticky floors, a flickering neon sign for cheap lager, and the distinct smell of old sweat and newer ambition. But for Veronica Church, it was the promised land. She had the puck balanced on the back of her knuckles, spinning it like a tiny planet, while her opponent, a cocky pro named Jax, slammed his palm on the table. -Mofos- Veronica Church - Table Hockey Hijinks
She tapped a polished nail on the center line. “I wash your truck. In a bikini. On Main Street.” The room erupted
A low whistle went through the handful of gathered players. The table hockey game—old, scarred, with a goalie who had a missing stick—suddenly felt like a gladiator arena. The back room of The Rink wasn’t much
