When four games had passed without Mandi missing a shot, Mike simply reached
up and erased his name from the chalkboard.
"That's enough for me," he said, "I'm a believer."
Stan looked at his watch and said, "We've got time for one more game."
Mike shrugged and held up his glass.
"Go for it. I've still got some beer left."
As he racked the balls, Stan said, "I can't believe she's kicking our asses
with a bar cue. Why doesn't she have a stick of her own?"
"You'll have to ask her," said Cade. "I just met her today. We haven't
discussed much personal stuff yet."
"I left it at home," said Mandi. "I didn't expect to need it."
"Huh," grunted Mike. "I'd say you do all right without it."
"No shit," muttered Stan.
Two brunettes came into the pub as Mandi broke the rack. They approached and
stopped at a distance as Mandi shot, then angled around the pool table.
One went to Stan; the other went to Mike, who stood up with Cade as she
approached. Stan introduced them as Susan and Sara, then Cade and Mike pulled up
two more chairs for them and everybody sat down to watch the game.
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