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Magnum Dance (daisukejigen) wrote in mirage_rpg,

He shook he head chuckling quietly at her "accident" as he lounged on the chair observing her shots and reactions. Slowly he lifted his feet from the table again one by one, bringing them down on the floor firmly before he stood up. He took a few steps towards the table and saw that he still had two solids left, but she only had one striped one.

"Good shot," he complimented. "Though you should have said that that was exactly what you were going for. This is going to be a close race," he said eyeing the balls' positions while he fished out the cue ball from a pocket.

Now that she had made a foul, he got to place the ball where he wanted on the table. Not very surprisingly he set it down so that he got a clear shot at one of the solids. Right as rain - he pocketed it easily while the cue ball rolled on the other side of the table. The man bent over again and aimed the cue ball at a cushion. When he made a shot, the cue ball bounced off the cushion and hit his last remaining solid ball bringing it to a pocket.

He straightened up knowing that he could now try and sink the eight ball. He glanced at his young opponent before he strode to the other side of the table and finally aimed. He shot the cue ball with just a little bit too much force so that when it hit the eight ball, it moved too fast and eventually bounced off the corner pocket rolling back in the middle of the table. He moved back from the table looking grim, but on the inside feeling content with the situation. He had missed on purpose - it was a friendly game, after all, and he did not play to win, but to spend time.

"Damnit. That was close," he said and looked up at Tonks. "Do you want to reclaim victory or try to sink them?"