Gotham Pool Tables Novels & Stories

Alice teased me, bumping her hips with mine and I just shook my head at him. "Shut it." By noon, we were called by the game master for the game of the day and I know it will be something physical. "Today's game is called 'Don't Push Me, Ex'." Just as he spoke, the curtain covering the pool area opened and we reacted differently when we saw the setting. The pool had two floating platforms opposite each other. On the floor, inflated bodysuits of different cartoon characters can be seen as well as big cotton buds-like weapons.

Derek's POV The place Tyler picked for the night looked like a palace that someone decided to turn into a hangout spot for rich people. It had open ceilings, stone floors that probably cost more than a semester of school, and a pool glowing blue under the lights. Right in the middle of it all was a snooker table, which at the moment Jackson was playing badly. “You’re aiming like you are blind,” Tyler said while Jackson leaned over the table dramatically. “Making art takes time,” Jackson replied before taking the shot. The cue ball bounced off three edges and rolled directly into the pocket, and the room erupted in laughter.

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.

“I go right, you go left.” “Same drill as always Sarah, meet you in the middle.” On the north wall was the bar, it was U-shaped with 3 service wells. The bar top resembled a pool table with green felt, that was lacquered to a spit shine. The backbar shelves were made from pool cues and had a slight green colored glass top for the bottles to sit on. The pour spouts for the bottles were mini billiard balls . The bar stools were pub height, made from black ash wood, and had billiard ball designs on the seats. It was on theme, well built, and expensive.

I smirk at him and go inside. An old rock song is heard through the speakers and suddenly I am surrounded by a lot of people pushing me from side to side, at the bar, there are several waitresses devastated by the extreme demand for alcohol. I make out some steps at the back of the room that leads to a higher room with a pool table in the center, cut off by a red velvet rope. I start to push people and make my way between them until I reach the steps, receiving various complaints and elbows. I remove the rope that prevents my passage and goes inside, but I am stopped by two other two gorillas that take three heads from me.

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.”