How to Have Fun at Pool and Not Get Beaten Up

After the film, a few friends and I meet up to continue celebrating Laird's birthday... I am signing up for the pool table at Bar 119, when a sexy, but ultimately generic TallThinBlonde girl keeps looking over at me and smiling. Too All-American, catalog/mall pretty for my taste, which is just as well, because her big, beefy boyfriend comes back from the bathroom/smoking a cigarette/moussing up his hair and probably could have smoted me had it got down to it.

Instead me and my good friend Jason play a round of pool and play well (actually, Jason plays well, I just have a good time) before ultimately losing. I look over at the blond, and see she's looking straight at me, even though she's sitting on her NJ muscle guy's lap.

We spend the rest of the night feeding shots to our friend, who's teaching her first day of Sunday School the next morning. Can you still go to hell if you don't believe in it?