He was looking down at the freshly cleared Brunswick pool table. Practically alone in this little corner of the world, he and his beaten opponent filled the tiny lounge.
"Another game?" As the clack of balls on the table echoed down the concrete halls.
"I don't think so, I've already beaten you twice. Let's not make this embarrassing" He turned his head to glamorous faces splayed knee high across a table. Smiling. The clack of balls rolled down the hallway.
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