A Mixup At The Pool Table Novels & Stories

“Nope. I’ve got the vodka, of course, but no triple-sec or cranberry or lime juice.” Jax waved his hand. “Doesn't matter. No way she’ll beat me, anyway.” “Ain’t that the truth,” Aidan said. **** Shane MacIntyre watched as the redhead with the hot ass and amazing breasts pulled a pool cue from the holder and chalked it up. He leaned back against the wall, massive arms crossed, and got ready to enjoy the show. He had the feeling that Jax was going to toy with her a bit – maybe let her sink a ball or two, just to make her feel good – before clearing the table. The man was a fucking pool shark, and the cute redhead had no clue what she had just signed up for.

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.

The sharp crack of leather split the air. I knew at once—Nathan was being beaten again. With his slow wits, he made mistakes constantly, and ever since I moved in across from them, not a day passed without hearing the sounds of Jeremy's and Janey's curses and blows. One afternoon, I happened to run into Nick in the neighborhood. He was pushing his wheelchair toward the market, his face mottled with bruises, a pitiful sight. At the exit of the compound stretched a steep slope. He gripped the rims with all his strength, but his arms lacked power—every time he inched forward, the chair slipped back.

As if sensing my presence, the doors swing open. Walking in, no one even pays attention to me. Everyone seems to be catching up with their friends, telling each other what they did on their holiday. People are seated on leather couches, others playing video games. I think it’s Call of Duty maybe. I even enter a room thinking it’s the toilet, only to find out it’s a fully equipped gym. That explains why everyone is so buff.

A pool table dominated the rest of the room, with various-sized couches, and a little table was strewn about it. Lanaya couldn't tell if the glasses were filled with scotch or brandy because they were littered with cigarette butts, pizza boxes, and takeaway containers. It's not as if she'd ever drunk anything. The men gathered around the pool table were having a noisy argument over something. They all appeared to be chatting at the same time. Neither of the other men was paying attention to the dialogue; instead, they were staring intently at the billiards table and holding billiard cues in their hands.

he says, making me go on guard. What the hell did I put myself into. He is not backing down and the way he is going on I am sure to give into him “I knew you were going to...” “Pool,” he says while setting his glass down on the rim of the pool table, interrupting my would-be rant. My mouth opens and closes a few times as he starts chalking one of the pool cues. What is going on?

The table fell silent for a moment. Renee stared at the man in front of her, trying to gauge if he was joking. Before she could respond, the manager hurried over. “Apologies, the server mixed up the table numbers. This is actually table 26.” Renee turned to look at the man seated at table 27, who was clearly waiting. Feeling embarrassed, she glanced back at the man across from her. “Sorry about the confusion. Best of luck with your blind date.”

“Maybe we should gift them to someone in the bar?” I looked at the other patrons around us. It wasn’t very full. There were only a handful of people hanging around and a group of guys playing pool at a table near the back wall. Bringing my hands up to cup my mouth, I yelled, “Who’s had a really shit week so far?” A few people laughed, but one of the guys at the pool table threw up one of his hands. “Me!” Ember laughed and slid all six shots closer to me. I gathered them in both hands and carried them to the guys. “Then this round is on us.”

She always wished me luck and yet somehow shit always ended up going sideways. There were some guys around a pool table with really nice dicks. I tried to focus on their faces but my eyes kept moving down. Below the belt. The danger zone. Freaking out that someone there was going to catch me watching and call me an imposter(which I was starting to feel like), I walked to a table and grabbed a styrofoam cup then filled it with the drink. I spilled the fucking drink staring at a dick that looked like it had belonged to a horse.

I push away from the table, reach down to grab my glass of beer, then walk to where the crowd has gathered. "Fancy meeting you here." Turning to my right, I see Karsyn. "Hey." I reach out, giving her a one-armed hug. "That's Shelby, isn't it?" Her back is still to me. "Yeah, she's wiping the floor with this guy who greatly underestimated her." My eyes eat her up as she walks to the other side of the table. With her pool cue, she points. "Eight ball in the left pocket." "You'll never make it." One of the guys standing around laughs at her.