She tapped a polished nail on the center line. “I wash your truck. In a bikini. On Main Street.”
Jax served. Hard and fast. The puck rocketed off the left wing, but Veronica’s fingers were already a blur. She slid her center rod back, caught the puck on the blade of her forward, and held it there, dead still. Her eyes never left his. -Mofos- Veronica Church - Table Hockey Hijinks
As she walked out into the cool night, the neon sign buzzed above her. Inside, the table sat quiet, waiting for the next player brave enough to challenge the queen of cheap ice and plastic sticks. She tapped a polished nail on the center line
Veronica picked up the puck and kissed it. “No, darling. You owe me a tutu.” She pocketed her winnings—a roll of sweaty twenties—and winked at the bartender. “Put his first drink on my tab. He’ll need it.” On Main Street