*Whew! Van exhales sharply in relief, as the LovelyAngel finally makes a less than perfect shot. That "pulling a personalized cue out of hammerspace" move should've tipped her off that LovelyAngel is not so innocent as she seems.
*
"Wow, Angel... nice moves!" Van proclaims. "I was getting worried that I was being hustled for a while there!"
*Van sets her concentration back on the game, and contemplates the remaining four balls left on the table. Fishing out the cue ball from the pocket, Van takes her ball in hand in a position direction behind the 4-ball. She quickly chalks up her cue and lines up the shot. Van aims slightly low on the cue ball, then sinks the 4 in the side pocket as the cue ball stops cleanly. Hmm... what to do next? The best bet seems to be a combination shot off the 5 to hit the 8-ball into the corner pocket. Van carefully lines this shot up and executes it with just enough force to eliminate most of the contact throw. The 5 connects with the 8, and sends in rolling into the pocket... meanwhile the 5 drifts over to line up with the opposite corner pocket. This is all well and good, except that the 9-ball is lined up with the same pocket... directly in front of the 5-ball*
"Well, that's no good!" Van frowns slightly. "Seems like there is only one option left..."
"Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?" the LovelyAngel inquires with a serene smile.
"What else baby! Jump shot!!" Van suddenly gets unusually more excited than one should about attempting a rather difficult move. Strange girl...
*Van calms down and steeles herself to perform the shot. She raises the butt of her cue high in the air, aims, then strikes downward sharply. This motion squeezes the cue ball between the tip of the cue and the table, sending it flying up and over the 9-ball and into the corner pocket.*
"Hell yeah! Woo-hoo!" Van makes a spectacle of herself, then chugs the rest of her amaretto sour. In fact, she's gets so worked up... that she misses the last (extremely easy) shot.
*Van gapes in shock at her own ineptitude. She stands there frozen as LovelyAngel steps up calmly and sinks the 9-ball.*
"Oh Van..." LovelyAngel addresses her unresponsive opponent.
Van says, "....."
*LovelyAngel gives Van light slap on the cheek to snap her out of it.*
"Huh... what happened?" Van regains sentience, "Oh yeah, I just lost... damn. "
"Oh don't worry, I won't make you pay up this time. Just let that be a lesson to you not to get so cocky!" LovelyAngel teases Van.
"Yes ma'am!" Van grins.
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Van
Reality is an illusion that occurs due to a lack of alcohol.
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