Gotham Pool Tables Novels & Stories

Standing up, I took in the table. “What…are you a professional?” Charles was looking at me with a mix of awe and confusion. “Pool is all calculations. Sometimes, when I get stuck on an issue or I’m stressed, I play pool. Pool has no random factors, no emotional decisions. Everything can be planned, calculated, adjusted, and worked.” I didn’t look at him as I said it. Hitting the ball, I knew I wouldn’t have a shot but at the very least I could set up another shot and ruin one of his.

Not everyone was so willing to break all the boundaries. I guess I had a reputation as a pool expert, and I was doing weakly maintenance on half a dozen of them by the end of the first month. A few of those women wanted me to lotion them up and massage them by the side of the pool. Two wanted me to finish the job by getting them off with my fingers. Not such a horrible job. I was charging 20 dollars for what was typically 15 minutes of work and maybe another 20-30 minutes of playing around. I usually walked away with an extra $20 for my effort.

"Ladies first." I line up and break the balls but as expected none sinks. Malachai tsks but doesn't say anything after he catches my glare. He sinks three more and misses the last and then it's my turn again. "How much would you give me to sink the eight ball," I ask lining up the cue. He snorts. "I'd give you two hundred and my liver if you could sink the eight ball." "I'll take that bet." Then I sink the eight-ball and the room goes quiet. I sink five more times and miss the last one but by then there is only three balls on the table.

Last time she remembered, finding master Leonardo there and ending up getting into his horrible scheme. Not being able to explore much of the royal mansion, madam Genelia sure made her mind to do that later if possible. Hence having nothing to do now, she didn't think twice before entering inside the same spacious room. An inbuilt swimming pool and a bar situated on the other side of the room came in her view, detailing neatness and heavy expensiveness! While on the right was the sitting space, 21 huge balls pool table for entertainment and also some other stuffs worth catching eyes were present in the same room.

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.

Elise came in front of her and pushed the huge door which was polished without a speck of dust. She gasped when she looked into the room. It was a fun house of some sort. There was a huge table that was used to play poker, another table was adjacent to it. It was a table tennis board, at the back of the wall near the entrance was a dart board, a huge TV, and below it was a video games console. The most magnificent which drew her like a magnet was a pool. A very large pool. It was separated from the room by a glass wall, giving her a full view of the pool.

"Do you know what I can do to make this place suitable for date night?" "Yes I think you should set the table by the pool because the pool has a cover that is made of gorilla glass so it doesn't crack or scratch full stop the gym has a couple of buttons by the pool house and entertainment is one of them so your girlfriend design this place with you and mind but also to entertain at some stage and I wonder why you guys don't ever use your entertainment area? " " We are never home but now that we are home I want her and my son to move back here. "

The doors part and the two of them rush out first, heels clicking fast against stone, scanning the room for someone worth the effort. I follow behind. Sound reaches me first. Chips clattering against a table with laughter rolling under it all. Then the room opens up, and everything I survived at the gala and the opera shrinks against what's in front of me. Poker tables fill the centre of the room, dealers moving cards across green felt while men in expensive watches stare at their hands. A roulette wheel spins somewhere to my left. Pool tables take up the far end, surrounded by people holding glasses and cues. Cigar smoke curls toward the ceiling in slow ribbons. Stacks of money change hands

“He’s pretty special too. Take good care of him.” I’m still trying to recover from the shock when Rob gets back. “Everything okay?” I nod, tucking into my food. *Rob* I don’t know how or why, but we wind up at Three Fools until late in the evening. Grace cleans my clock at nine-ball on the pool table, oozing elegance, poise and finesse. Though I can tell she’s seriously buzzing, she’s got skill, precision and patience in spades. But even without that, just seeing her across from me, leaning on her pole as I take my shot, is distraction enough for her to run the table.

Maybe more. They sat at the bar, around scratched wooden tables, near the pool table at the back where the green felt had cigarette burns at the corners. Most of them were large. Some were bearded. Many were tattooed. Several wore black leather cuts with the same wolf-and-burning-wheel symbol stitched across the back. A jukebox in the corner played low, something old and rough with too much guitar. Nobody spoke. A glass paused halfway to a man’s mouth. A pool cue stopped in midair.