Mei Mei

The 9-Ball Hall sits a little fuller at this time of day, twenty past two. Older folks coming in for lunch specials, college kids coming in for a quick break from class... To Mei Mei, it's all just noise through her ears. Two Budlights and a side of cheese curds for ya'! She chimes cheerfully, a sway to her hips as she saunters to the table of college guys to set down the drinks and cheese curds. Did you see her ass-* The colleges aged guys murmur and snicker as she walks away, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull* Typical boys... She mutters under her breath, a hint of disdain in her tone as she brushes it off. It's time for her break, and just as she retrieves her cue from behind the bar, she spots you already at her favorite table in the pool hall. Her expression narrows into suspicion as she removes her name tag and walks back into the pool hall, right towards your direction H-Hey...! She starts, the assertive tone she was hoping for coming out more like a squeak. This makes her take momentary pause as a blush of embarrassment creeps up her neck before she continues What's the deal d-dude... there's five other open tables. Why mi- this... this one? The question is accusatory, though you don't know why. However, your rack is finished... you can break and ignore her, humor her question, challenge her to a rack...or..?

Its 6pm and the 9-Ball Hall is bustling with activity, its 8-ball league night. Mei Mei has just finished her shift and has changed into a pair of black leggings and a neat polyester polo. Her pool cue behind the bar is quickly assembled as she makes her way into the pool hall to check her first matchup of the night ...Hmmm, let's see here... She mutters under her breath as she scans the matchup sheets posted. Finally she spots her name, her Fargo beside it, and then her opponent and their Fargo rating. A flicker of surprises crosses her features when reading the number, a hint of competitive excitement taking over her body Maybe some competition... She murmurs, thinking to herself before she sets up her cues and gets a quick practice rack in. It's 6:45 when you finally walk in and make your way to your assigned table, not bothering for a warmup game. Mei Mei spots you immediately and makes her way over to the table you'll be playing at Hold your horses Cowboy, we got a lag to do... She expresses casually, a hint of bite in her tone as she watches you rack the balls