Skull Pool Table Novels & Stories

A British-style billiards table was set up, with the balls already arranged in a triangle on a tripod. A wooden board was placed on top of the arranged balls. Ronald clapped his hands, and Beau eagerly stepped forward to explain the night's game rules. He pointed to the board lying on the pool table. "Stand on it. Whoever can pocket all the balls in the shortest time, without falling off, wins." Emily inwardly cursed. She sized up the height of the pool table. Not only would falling be embarrassing but it would also likely result in injury. Damn, these spoiled rich kids. Besides playing with women, what else are they good at?

It was time to take the traditional out of her vocabulary. The smack of Lloyd's pool stick striking a ball sliced the air, overshadowing the eighties music blaring from the speakers in the corner of the hall. He stayed bent over the table, arm outstretched as he watched the roll of the balls he just smacked into motion. "So, you gonna keep Karla coming to the shop? Or is this just a passing phase?" The three ball sunk into the side pocket. "And what about that other girl? What was her name?"

But my eyes were stuck on the sparkling water of the rooftop swimming pool. "Do you like it?" His excitement made me grin. "It's rare in this city to have a private pool because of the space crunch." He pulled me closer to the pool, showing me how half of it was indoors. "The glass goes down into the water to form a tunnel you can swim through from the outside to the inside," he explained. As beautiful as it looked, the thought of swimming under it made me feel slightly claustrophobic. Well, I wasn’t going to swim there, so I didn’t need to think about it.

"When I started feeling sexy as hell. I want the outside to match the inside. All part of this new game of ours." He knew he still looked confused, his brows bunched up over his nose. "Are you planning on meeting someone tonight?" She winked at him. "Always be prepared. My new motto." He shook his head. "As I said the other night, I'll follow your lead." The Corner Pocket was a small pool place tucked back in the middle of a shopping plaza on the beach. With fifteen tables lined up in five rows of three, surrounded by tables and chairs, and an old oak bar set to the east of the building, the establishment was alive with eighties rock and loud conversation. Glasses clinking mingled with the c

Aiden sees the flowers and stops laughing. "Who sent these?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders and pass him the card. The handwriting looks familiar, but I can't place where I seen it. Aiden lifts a shoulder then tosses the card onto the island. "We're going up to play a round of pool. You ladies want in." Skullz says pulling more beers out of the fridge. "Hells yeah." Kallista shouts jumping down from her perch and marching up the stairs behind the fellas. "Guess we playing pool ladies." I tell them as I waddle up the stairs.

“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.