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- Posted: Sat, 18 Aug 2012 04:43:55 +0000
- She would never tell anybody this, but Maddy was a whizz at math, able to put trajectories together in an easy enough way that the remaining three balls, plus the eight would soon be sunk with one fatal jab of her pool cue. For a moment she remained leaned up against the table, continuing to nurse her beer as she studied the layout of the remaining shots before she chuckled to herself, and shook her head. She paced forward, bent over the table, gave the cue ball a short, sharp jab that set it off, ricocheting it around the table and successfully sinking her last three solids as well as the eight ball before she placed the cue stick down onto the felt of the table and walked back to the bar counter, taking her near empty glass with her. Settling back down onto her stool, she finished the last swig of beer and placed the glass down. “How about a refill, mister..?” She asked politely and oh-so-innocently, leaving the end of her statement hanging for him to place a name should he so wish.
Te only problem with her little trick was she hadn’t enough practice at the pool tables to be able to do that with more than three of her color remaining, so all in all, if the other player happened to be better and faster than her, she would lose every time.