(My friend Chloe playing pool with me.)
“Fuck my life!” Miranda slammed the pool cue onto the table, creating a clinking sound as it hit the balls.
Looking up from my magazine, I let my pocky stick continue to dangle as I asked, “You okay there?”
Turning on me, Miranda unleashed her anger. “That is the eighth time I’ve scratched in one game!” Her mahogany colored hair bounced in its bun/ponytails while her verdant eyes flashed brightly.
Looking over at Miranda’s opponent, Jeremy, who looked rather weary at playing the 15th game in a row with his girlfriend, I sighed and finished my pocky stick. Putting down my magazine, I looked at Miranda. “Want to play against me? Easy win.”
She seemed to contemplate it and Jeremy looked hopeful. “Hmm… well, it’s true, you suck at sinking balls, but with all the scratching I’ve been doing, you might actually beat me.” Hands on her hips, she smiled, “Alright, let’s go, girl. Get your ass up.” Turning, she faced Jeremy, “Rack ‘em, babe. You’re free.”
Jeremy smiled and handed me his cue and started to gather the balls, before kissing Miranda on the cheek. “I’m gonna go get some food, hun. I’ll be back soon.” She merely waved him off as she watching me rack the balls and align them. Miranda placed the cue ball center and chalked her stick. I stepped back and made a gesture for her to break. Leaning down and on the side, she aligned her stick with the ball, and balanced her cue between her thumb and index finger. With a sharp move, she cracked the stick against the cue ball and broke the balls apart, sinking a stripe.
“Well, I’m stripes,” she smiled at me.
“And, of course, I’m solids. As always.” I lined up to take my shot after Miranda missed her next one. My first game was always shaky, and trying to hit the two ball, I accidentally made the cue ball jump. Sighing, I leaned against my stick.
Miranda laughed, bent down and went to hit, “14 in the corner pocket.” At the last moment, the cue ball clipped the 14 ball and went in the pocket instead.
Miranda stared, almost in shock before fury replaced it, “God… DAMMIT!” This time she threw the pool cue against the wall and without another word, stalked out of the room. Smiling wryly, I picked up her cue and set it next to mine in the rack before knocking all the balls into the holes to store.
“Mhm, alright… Now where was I?” I sat back down and flipped open my magazine, settling down to continue reading my article.
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