American Pool (Challenge 147: Pockets)
It was going to be an easy win, hitting the red into the left pocket leaving me with only the eight ball left. It would be the first time that I would win a game of pool. I had played before in the past but ended up flirting with my opponents. This time he would kill me if I did.
“Alright Harkness, your shot,” Emmett Huntington said with a smile, “Let’s see if you can do it.”
I nodded and took my position. This man hated me for being American and preferred to play billiards.
I didn’t win.
British twat!
“Alright Harkness, your shot,” Emmett Huntington said with a smile, “Let’s see if you can do it.”
I nodded and took my position. This man hated me for being American and preferred to play billiards.
I didn’t win.
British twat!