Losing More Than a Game of Pool

“If you loose, you fuck on the pool table. In front of everyone.” Pause. “We’ll do the same if it’s us.”

A game of eight ball never went so quickly, and I haven’t lost that badly in two years.

He grinned at us, and a crowd closed in around the table.

“So,” he said, with a smile and his arm around the skinny blonde to his side. “Let’s see some action.”