A Mixup At The Pool Table Novels & Stories

“It’s getting worse. I need water!” Everyone around them laughed and they ran to servers, pulling drink after drink from the trays. Though it seemed like it wasn’t working. They came to the last tray with one drink. They ran towards the server who looked scared for his life. They reached for the drinks as they server backed away in fear, and they all tripped right into the pool. Everything seemed to stop: the music, dancing, servers, even conversations. Everyone was staring at Amber and Julia as they splashed around the pool. “Well,” Ari said with a smile, breaking the silence, “at least the pool has enough water for the both of you to share.”

"Walk out now, or crawl out later." "You hear that?" The man laughs, grabbing a pool cue. "Old man thinks he can take us." Connell steps up beside me, rolling his shoulders. "Three against three seems fair to me." "Four actually." A fourth guy, that goes by Emerald, I believe, emerges from the bathroom, brass knuckles glinting. "Math was never my strong suit," Miles mutters, but I catch the way his hands curl into fists. I walk up to the asshole. Towering over the little leprechaun looking fuck, despite him trying his best to look intimidating.

I get out of my car with my duffel bag in hand and lock it. Just as I was about to go in I see Abby's red convertible parked on the side of the road. She was talking to a girl, her daughter maybe. The girl pulls Abby in for a hug, and immediately Abby reciprocates. They both seemed emotional so I look away, and walk inside. Walking in my mouth falls gape. Almost in every corner there was a pair of kids groping or eating there faces off. Not knowing what else to do I walk over to Adam who was standing in the Conner of the room with his arms crossed.

“Is that good?” “Perfect,” the guy said, shaking his head. Freddy stepped up. “I know how to play.” She lined up her shot and sank a ball in the corner pocket. “See?” Both guys exchanged wary glances. Gemma batted her eyelashes, pointing to the side pocket. “At least she got hers in that place over there.” The first guy—Tyler—groaned. “Oh my god, Mike, these girls are regular pool sharks.” Freddy grinned, especially after watching Gemma at the dart board in the last bar. She looked at the two of them and said, “Alright, let’s play for real.”

It was time to take the traditional out of her vocabulary. The smack of Lloyd's pool stick striking a ball sliced the air, overshadowing the eighties music blaring from the speakers in the corner of the hall. He stayed bent over the table, arm outstretched as he watched the roll of the balls he just smacked into motion. "So, you gonna keep Karla coming to the shop? Or is this just a passing phase?" The three ball sunk into the side pocket. "And what about that other girl? What was her name?"

And somewhere, far beyond the noise and lights, a storm was already gathering. With music thumping through the open-air pool bar, the bass vibrates through the floor, and the clack of billiard balls at the other tables makes everything louder, easier, and normal. After the drink, we went back to playing a game. Theo leaned over the pool table, lining up his shot. “You sure you wanna bet money, Thomas? I don’t wanna be responsible for you crying in public.” Thomas barked a laugh. “The only thing you’re responsible for is that tragic haircut.”

one of them said, and Scarlett stood upright. “I’m so sorry for the mix-up,” she apologized again, but Scarlett was sure that was table four. In an attempt to pick up the tray from the table, one of the mugs fell and spilled its contents on one of the men’s shoes. “I’m so sorry,” she kept apologizing, visibly shaking. She’s never this clumsy; what’s happening? But before she could finish processing her thought, one of the men yelled, grabbing a lot of attention. “Who the hell employed this clumsy loser?!”

The other, Aussie Daz, sat with his new American girlfriend at the table by the window, drinking red wine and arguing loudly about who should win the X-Factor. One of the business types was openly staring at Sienna's behind as she leaned over the pool table to take a shot. He shifted his gaze to the window, pretending he hadn't been looking once became aware of Scarlett's attention focusing him like an angry laser. "Bend over like that again," Adrian said. 'No, Adrian, don't,' Scarlett thought as he swung the pool cue back. When he whacked her the combined sound of the thwack and her cry of pain caused everyone in the room to turn and stare.

He turned toward me more, his knee pressing lightly against my thigh. “Sounds like you’ve had to fight for it. Respect that. Most people complain but don’t actually show up with ideas like you did in the mixer. That game was chaotic though. Remember when Lisa paired us and that one guy spilled his drink trying to act out the scenario? Nearly hit the projector.” I laughed real and easy, feeling my tits jiggle a little with it. The sound mixed with the quiet hum of the empty office. “Yeah that was funny as hell. And you tried to act all serious while I kept throwing in those file fixes. You looked surprised I actually knew my shit.

Nothing's funny when it comes to her. We [the guys] set up at the long table in the center of the room ,the red cups lining the surface in neat triangles. We decide to play Beer pong first, the loser drinks, and loses one grand with every loss. Sloane didn't know it yet, but I already made a huge transfer to her account anonymously. Once it's ready, I call out to Sloane, and she comes to my side. Sloane surprises us by sinking her first shot in the dead center.