Gotham Pool Tables Novels & Stories

Forget ordering a dry martini unless you want to look prissy. On the left across from the drink bar are tables and booths with a few pool tables scattered about. The one next to the jukebox is the most populated, while the last pool table in the room in the back is practically empty. I look at the scene, mostly men with tight jeans and sweat-stained tank tops and women with short-shorts and cheap heels. I notice a sign right by one of the plenty of signs in the establishment: "NO SHOES, NO SHIRT, NO PANTS, NO SERVICE." I take my shoes out of my purse and put them on, regardless of the pain that plague my feet.

I take advantage of his confusion. — Tell your boss there’s a woman out here looking for a half-chimpanzee. He’ll understand. The guard hesitates for a moment, then disappears inside. Two minutes pass — long enough to make my heart race — before he returns, expression changed. — End of the bar. The only door on the left. I cross the room, every step leaving a trail of water on the dark floor. All eyes turn to me, none of them even pretending not to stare. Five or six men are scattered around the two pool tables — each with the obscene beauty of the Nephilins, massive bodies in casual clothes, flawless faces.

MADDIE POV There is a large group of younger males back at the pool tables; they could be options too. At least I think that until I look harder and see the black Xs on their hands… shit, jailbait. Fuck no! Avoiding the pool table back corner tonight.

Said so, Erebus nodded at her and headed to Tartarus's place. Tartarus owned a billiards "palace" underground. It was a seven-floor-deep enclosure. In the center of it was a ten-meter-tall stage, with enough room for nine pool tables. There were seven floors with no walls surrounding the central stage on all four walls there, every one of them seven meters wide, as if grandstands high above in theatres. On all these floors there are also pool tables, except on the top floor of the east side wall, that was where Tartarus lives.

“Harper and I don’t mind you all staying for a while. As you can see, we have tons of things to do around here.” Layken’s claim that there’s plenty to do here is an understatement. Vintage top-of-the-line arcade games adorn the game room, with their colorful screens lighting up the space. A dartboard hangs from a wall with darts stuck inside for those seeking friendly competition. Spikes cover the ground on the other side of the room, ready for a game of horseshoes. Amidst it all, the pool table stands. Its green felt inviting players to challenge their skills. In a corner, the bar area beckons, with the scent of aged wood and a faint lingering of spilled beer. And if you venture down the ha

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.”

Once inside the smell of sweat alcohol and bad mixes of perfume hit me hard. Smoke filled the large dimly lit room , in the center was a half moon shaped bar. Along the wall of the door we entered where tables against the wall. They stretched around that wall, and the left and right. However straight ahead behind the bar had two pool tables .

All three men chuckle, causing my heart to quicken at how much like that noise. "In a way, yes.” Jacob confirms. Ethan and Jordan bring me into a room with low lighting and a large black wood pool table with red carpet. The table has intricate designs all around it, as if the artist spent days, weeks, on this specific table. Tiny white dots outline the top of the darkened wood and red pockets sit at the end of all four corners of the rectangular table with a couple more pockets on the sides. Jacob returns with a triangle thing in his hands and sets it on the table to begin putting balls in the middle of it.

He had to run somewhere, to unclog his mind, to shake it free of dust. It was a casino bar in downtown New York City. The dimly lit room had the low murmur of voices from men and women on gambling tables, the clicking of the roulette wheel, the wafting of cigar smoke and the swirl of whiskey from glasses. “Man, that’s the third flop in a row,” Peter muttered as he leaned over the snooker table, squinting at the shot like it owed him money.

“Yeah, join us. I will introduce you to some of the pack members as well as some of the guests. I’m sure you will be excited to know them once I introduced you to the rest of the guardians,” “Now, that’s interesting. I would be glad to know the rest of the guardians,” she said. She followed the guys as they went to where the rest of the pack was. The pool place was big, in the middle there’s the Olympic size and medium-sized swimming pool for kids equipped with slides and sprinklers and the place was surrounded by a pool bed. Beds and some tables and chairs. On the corner where most the packs were lies a mini pool bar and barbecue grills under a big white tent shading the whole place.