Gotham Pool Tables 소설 & 이야기

I walked along their forty-foot-long gothic pool with a stone walkway decorated with lily pads flowing freely back and forth. At the end of the pool stood a tall archway lined with white and blue lights that looked like little flowers. On each side of the pool were tables with white linen layered with light blue silk runners, making it look like waves on the ocean. I picked up the gray napkins on one of the tables that reminded me of Isaiah’s stormy eyes and smiled. I replaced one of the table settings with the blue-gray combo. “Why are you touching those?” A voice asked from behind me.

A pool table takes up most of the space and then there’s also the Foosball table, a massive TV on the wall, video games and controllers thrown just about everywhere and not forgetting the fully stocked up bar area. He invited me in, offered me a seat, and asked if he could get me anything to drink. He behaved like a gentleman and spoke so politely. I told him to drop the act, and just tell me what he wanted to! “Fine! I needed to speak to you to figure out what is going on with me, okay! You are driving me crazy and I don’t know what to do! You are all I think about lately, and my blood boils like you can not believe when I hear you been on dates and just the thought of someone else touching

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.

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" "Tch. My heart's gonna break. But alright. If that makes you feel better. Guess I'm up again, huh?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Khyle nearly broke his new rule, but a familiar tune dragged his attention over to the phone in his jacket pocket, where it had been dropped on the vacant table next to them. There were only a few tables being used in the large pool hall, but a fair number of patrons had already been drawn in for the lunch special on the bar side. The sounds of upbeat chatter could be heard over the mix of light rock and dance music.

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.