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The club on the main strip proved to be a fine place for him this evening not just for a place to have a little alcohol, but to unwind as well. He had decided to avoid the dance floor and moved to a more exclusive area in the back where a set of pool tables were lined up on a upper level of the complex. Bottle of beer in hand, Billy wandered over to an empty pool table, grabbed a stick, and began setting up the balls. Once they were in position, he placed his bottle down, bent down, and aimed.
A crack sent the balls scattering to all ends of the table. Billy watched the multi-colored balls roll across the green strip as they broke, and he slowly began to pace, watching for the best way to make a move. As he did, he casually pulled a cigar from the back pocket of his jeans, placed it between his lips, and lit it.
There was a nice shot lined up for the left corner pocket that he could take, but he would have to maneuver himself at an odd angle from how the table was set up.
Coen moved in for the strike, the pole level and his eyes narrowed just slightly. He positioned himself at a slant and held his breath as he made the shot. The balls scattered again, and on cue, the two he had been aiming for fell into the left corner pocket as smoothly as he had calculated. That caused the ex-Marine to grin slightly. From behind him, he heard a few men murmuring. As he turned to see what they were talking about, he realized he had a small crowd watching him from the table to his left.
"Mind if we join yeah?"
"No, go right ahead." Billy motioned for them to join in.
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