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Want to Bet?

... with sarcasm.

Sal didn't wait for a response. He set his feet wide, reared back the cue stick and fired the white ball into the racked balls. The crack was like a rifle shot when it smashed into them and the balls ricocheted around the table. One solid ball fell into a pocket.

Sal said, "We'll take stripes." Kate started to say something but he quickly interrupted her. "Bar rules is 'first to make a ball gets to choose' right?"

She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so." I looked at the table and could see why he wanted stripes, they were blocking most of the pockets.

"Consider it a gift Ms. Rule book. One ball for you," he said as his first shot knocked a ball into a pocket. He walked around the table, lined up another shot and sunk another ball. He paused to put some chalk on the end of his stick, and with only a quick glance I could see that most of the rest of the balls were lined up to be easily sunk. The only problem I could foresee was the eight ball had settled in front of a corner pocket, and a striped ball was in front of that. He'd have to be careful, if he sank the eight ball before all the stripes were gone, they'd lose.

Sal dropped three more balls before setting himself up to deal with the trouble corner shot. He called his shot. He was going to try and bounce the cue ball off the rail near the eight, which would knock the striped ball either away or best case scenario, into the other corner. If that happened, the next two shots would be very makable. ...

... Worst case scenario, he sinks the eight and loses. Everyone in the room watched quietly. I figured the game hinged on this shot.

Sal took a nice easy stroke, the cue ball bounced off the rail, nicked the eight ball and struck the striped ball. The eight rolled an inch toward the pocket and stopped, the striped ball rolled across the table and fell into the pocket.

"Fuck Yeah, Sal!" Jen screamed and threw up her arms, forgetting her nudity.

"It's a scratch, Jen. The cue ball touched the eight before it hit our ball. They get to shoot now."

Sal and Jen had one ball left on the table, and it sat a few inches in front of a side pocket. The eight was practically in a corner pocket. Kate would have to work some magic to sink six balls in a row. The good news was the balls were fairly spread out, and Sal had emptied the table of anything that would get in her way. The bad news was that with the striped ball and the eight sitting in front of pockets, she only had four to work with.

"You can do this, Katie. Take your time and think about your next shot."

She nodded. Kate scanned the table for a while, planning her winning route. I thought it difficult but doable. She took a deep breath, exhaled and got to work. She looked like a pro. Bam, bam, bam, three balls down and three to go. This was going to be her trickiest shot. Because of the eight ball covering the corner pocket, she would have to stretch across the table to reach the cue ball so she could sink it in a ...