Gotham Pool Tables Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

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.

"I know. I was just teasing. We've got great friends. I'd hate to think how much longer we'd still be there if they hadn't shown up to help. We may not be able to open yet, but at least the place isn't a disaster." "Have you ever thought of putting in a pool table?" Jake asked as he walked over to the island, joining Noel. Wes arched an eyebrow. "A pool table?" Jake nodded. "Actually, I'm surprised you don't already have one. And a dart board." He shrugged. "Might bring in a few more customers. Beer drinkers love pool and darts." Noel gave a soft laugh as she shook her head. "That didn't sound politically correct at all."

Ben pointed to a beautifully crafted pool table, glancing at Charles, "Haven't played in years, right? Want to have a round?" Charles raised an eyebrow, extended his arm, and immediately someone respectfully handed him a pool cue, "It seems that I haven't made you fail in years, and you're longing for it." "Hey!" Ben picked up his own special pool cue and argued, "Young Master Smith, let me tell you, in the years you've been gone, I've been practicing every day. I've been waiting for you to come back, so I can cleanse myself of my past shame. Today, I'll let you witness the power of the Pool

Gabriella yelled. “What?” Jackie asked quickly. Gabriella pointed out into the crowd. Almost everyone in the bar looked to where she was pointing. Patty turned to see what Gabriella was pointing at. She gasped at the sight of Goldman staring at her like he’d never seen her before in his life. “Shit!” Benson slurred loudly. “I lost the goddamn pool!”

My palms were drenched in sweat by the time we'd entered. We passed several tables occupied by men in tailored suits or casual brand name wears and women dripping in diamonds, all of them turning to watch us with curious eyes. But again, Noir seemed oblivious or rather, used to their attention. His focus was entirely on navigating us through the space. We reached the far end of the exclusive club, where a large black leather booth dominated the corner. The table in front of it was a work of art—black marble shot through with veins of gold and red that caught the ambient lighting. It looked like it cost more than most people's cars.

Jake takes a deep breath, releases my hand and pushes the door open further. My hand grow clammy with nerves and I follow Jake, taking in my surroundings. It's a dark room only lit up with a few bulbs hanging from the ceiling. In front of me is a large pool table and next to it was a small bar scattered with a few bottles of alochol on top. The walls are covered with graffiti, a language I don't recognise. I glanced to my left, noticing a set of leather seats pushed up against the wall. So it's basically a bachelor pad. . . Nothing too scary.

But we are determined to make the best out of this shitshow. As we pull up to the main building there is a sign with an arrow to the VIP party. I can not hear any music at all. We follow the arrows down the hall and there is a sign hanging that says. “The G Spot” and I am pausing to look around. I still don’t hear any music. I knock on the door and a slot opens. He sees us and nods as the heavy metal and obviously soundproof door opens. We step inside and instantly there is a temperature shift. The music is pumping loud. It’s like a literal underground club. As we enter there is a dancefloor. Next to it are about four or five hot tubs with people in them. Behind the hot tubs I can see a pool

“That’s our masseuse. He’s a flirt but changes boyfriends more often than I change underwear. The other guy is Purnell, he’s one of our trainers and is a full time fire fighter.” Pinky pushed open the door to the pool room. “We have four current pools and one lap pool, not Olympic size but we have two lanes. No diving in any of the pools, they are only four feet deep. Current pools can be set to different strengths and have a thirty minute timer. Locker rooms are over here.”