Gotham Pool Tables Novels & Stories

“This is impressive.” “Can I play them?” Clay asked with a begging tone. “Of course. That’s why I brought you down here.” Clay jogged to the games. “Who built the bar?” Scott asked as he walked to it. He studied the carvings on the corners. “Don’t know. It was here when we bought it nine years ago. The pool table came with the house too.” “It’s fine workmanship,” he commented. Noise came from the Pac-Man machine. They looked over at Clay who was mesmerized by the game. They smiled.

Ashton was the oldest, and most respected, and playboy Xander was the youngest. Keith defied Ashton, for the first by marrying this woman. Now, he wanted to have fun and perhaps a little payback by ruining her night. The pool table 7-foot table was 7 feet (2.1 m) long and 3.5 feet (1.1 m) wide. " That's the cue ball, the stick is 58 inches in length, but shorter and longer ones are available. Note the cue ball is solid white, a bit heavier, and should be the only ball directly hit during the game."

The gold chain on my wrist felt like lead when I dragged myself out of the pool. Water poured off me in cold sheets, slapping the deck. Behind the one-way glass, shadows didn’t budge—just watched, tablets glowing blue, phones up. One tapped a bid. The number flashed along the pool edge: $275,000 – LIVE. My stomach lurched. I was the item.

Others would be playing pool with strippers at the same time. Free Country had VIP sections which hosted all kinds of terrorist and gang meetings. Inside one of them was a Texas hold ‘em poker table “Galaxy Deluxe Special Edition” in the middle with two light green accent chairs on both ends. Another one was in the middle to the side of the table presumably the dealers chair in case a game of two was going on. A couple of two seater chesterfield leather sofa surrounded the table a few metres away with only a bar counter breaking the sofa chain. Stylish coffee tables with marble tops accompanied the sofas for guests to have their attachments on.

They call Mr Moretti by his first name, ushering us through the lobby as if we’re royalty. We walk into the restaurant… then past it… straight to the back. And what I see makes my breath leave my body. Right there, in the middle of the blue-lit swimming pool, there’s a table, just one, set with two elegant chairs. Flowers everywhere. Sculptures. Lights. Candles. The entire backyard transformed into something out of a dream. It isn’t cheesy. It isn’t overdone. It’s… beautiful. Classy. Romantic. Perfect. I’ve never seen anything like it.

Minus “You can start by telling me what the fuck happened to this place,” I said. “Where are the pool tables?” “You can thank Mister Viper for all this. He’s turned the Nine Ball into his own personal Hooters,” she replied. “Members from some clubs still come here to do a little business, or get shit-faced, but it’s nothing like the old days.” “What’s with the fuckin’ disco lights and the sound system?” Clutch asked. “All this is for the pole posse.”

Farren’s Point of View The room went from a loud mess to deathly silence the moment I walked in. All eyes turned towards me. Looked me up and down several times. I didn’t miss the lustful smiles. Or the way some men moved themselves inside their pants. Camilo hadn’t been completely honest with what this room was. Breakroom, my ass. This was a gambling den filled with vipers. Pool tables. Roulette tables. Dartboards. Even beer pong tables. This was the playground of the dark man. A forbidden place, clearly, for any woman. Because even the bartender was male.

I snapped, restless. "Calm down, will you? I already made sure he returned to the room before I left." "Nothing like that should happen again, l don't want him playing in the pool or the poolside. Do you understand? Make sure that is known among the workers." “As you wish." Shortly we arrived at Gemini, one of the top-notch hotels, restaurants and bars here in the city. I secretly bought 10% shares last year and l really love it since it is on the outskirts of the city.

he raised a brow, “Why? Do you think I’m not?” Flower petals were littered on the carpeted floor we’re walking through. At the end of it was a huge swimming pool that was temporarily covered in thick transparent glass. Its center held the table and two chairs that faced each other. The pool’s celadon waters was still visibly glittering in the afternoon sky and the dining setup on top of it looked as if it was magically floating. It’s beautiful! “I’m giving you time to think about it,” he furrowed his hair handsomely.

As we walk around the table half it's occupant looks at us. "Were going to play" Tommy says as explanation. "We are?" I ask confused. "Uh-huh" he motions me out of the room. "I thought we were... " "Going to the gym? I changed my mind. Let's hit the pool instead" he smiles. "Oh! Okay. That's good too I suppose" I replied halfheartedly now that I've successfully escaped from the room my embarrassment dies down to a pinch of sadness? "Wow" I lose my breath when we come across the square shaped pool.