A Mixup At The Pool Table Novels & Stories

I finished writing down the orders of those at the table next to his, and when I was done, the woman was back. I moved over to the couple after she sat down. “I am so sorry,” I said as I approached the table. “I just realized that I mixed up your drinks.” I picked up the two glasses that I had set down, and switched their positions so that the drink with the drug was in front of the bastard who put the stuff in the soda. His face paled a little, and glared at me. The woman chuckled, and sipped her drink. “Oh,” she said. “I think this pop is a Coke.”

Straightening up, he began calculating: just three more shots and victory was his. Murray Gibson, rusty from years without play, was no match for him, and Haley Bertie, barely able to hold a cue, was not worth considering. This game was as good as won. A confident smile spread across his face. With two more strokes, only two balls remained under the wooden plank. One final shot and the game would be over. Bending over for his shot, Jean's foot shifted slightly, disrupting the balance. The board tilted, and she tumbled off the pool table.

Their eyes met. Yut froze. Pat raised an eyebrow. "Why are you looking at me?" "I wasn't." "You were." "The scoreboard is behind you." Pat looked at the scoreboard. Then looked back at him. "Liar." ……… The night grew deeper. The lounge became quieter. Male hosts approached him occasionally. Tee refused every one of them. His attention remained fixed on the half-empty glass in front of him. As the memory of Mix with another guy flashed in And that hurt in an entirely different way.

I had used my name—my old name—to secure the table right next to Table 4. “Table 4 is currently reserved for a private party, Ms. Drene," the maître d' said, his eyes widening as he recognized me. "But I can seat you at Table 14, right next to it." "Actually," I said, leaning in with a practiced, charming smile. "I believe there was a mix-up. I was supposed to meet someone at Table 4. Why don't I just sit there and wait? If the other party arrives, I’ll clear it up."

18. Marked and Dismissed. The party came to an abrupt end due to the pool incident and guests began to leave one after another. Headlights flashed against each other at the parking lot, like water in a fountain. Cameras kept flashing, trying to get hold of the remaining tea of the night. In a dark corner, a man stood with one of the guests, asking questions about the pool incident. However, before the person could answer, Sam and Jace as if programmed, appeared, silencing both the person asking and the one replying.

When our eyes met, I knew. She was Julia Harrison. Our bodies had swapped. I wanted to grab her to the side and ask what was going on, but she simply winked at me. "Julia, come in. I'll tell you some interesting stories." She was giving me a signal, so I went along and followed her inside. Norman hurried after us, sounding a little flustered. "Cindy, why are you letting this woman disturb our time together?" But in a place Julia couldn't see, Norman squeezed my hand lightly. I awkwardly pulled my hand away.

Crap, I need to punch myself each time I so much as think her name. I eat in the small hotel restaurant with several other players in hopes that I’ll run into Jordan so I can apologize. She never shows. Kelson surprisingly joins our group. The man usually avoids me and anyone I’m with. Unfortunately, he immediately begins flappin’ his fat mouth. “I say we start a pool for the day Miss Pollyanna is carted off the field by medical.” My water glass is halfway to my lips and I swear if I squeeze the glass any tighter it will shatter.

I stop, looking through the open door. A couple of older men with greasy hair and bushy beards are hanging on the bar discussing something. My eyes follow the row of dirty windows. There is a second open room in the back with a pool table. “Hmm it might be time for me to learn how to play pool”. Excitement and fear mix in my stomach, giving me chills. You don’t dare.. I take a few steps down the sidewalk, away from the bar, but then I stop: The hell I do !

Lucius took away all the other balls, leaving only red and white on the table. I grabbed the cue and got down on the pool table like Lucius. But Lucius smiled when he saw me. He said to me in an annoying tone, "Thank you, but our table is already very clean. We don't need any more cleaning." "... What do you mean?" "It means you need to stand back a little bit. If you don't move back, your breasts will collapse this table."

“Hmm. Well then, it’s your lucky day because it’s my day off and I happen to be an expert at distraction.” He flashed me a cheesy grin and I instantly felt at ease. He reminded me of Tyler and gave me the same “big brother” vibes, not displaying even a hint of the guy who’d ogled me naked a week ago. I decided to give him a pass for that as long as this version of him stuck around. “Oh yeah? Lead the way then. I’m prepared to be wowed by your expertise.” I replied melodramatically. He led me back to what was indeed a game room. Three pool tables lined the center of the room with a small bar along one side and some other activities scattered about. Eric wordlessly walked over to one of the ta