"Math, right," Blake deadpanned, handing over his money.

Bill grinned at the company, and put his arm around her waist.

"Hey there, Ms. Shark."

Blake set about racking, putting his hands on the table when he was done and looking at the couple.

"Yeah, we might know some folk, but I wanna rematch, first." He wasn't particularly angry about being taken, but he did want a chance at evening things up.