Tommy stepped confidently up to the table and took his shot. Another striped ball went into a corner pocket with a satisfying thwump. It took less than a second for Tommy to move to his next shot. Tommy sunk the next ball neatly into the pocket only to watch as the cue ball followed it in.
"Oh! Damn it." He threw his head back and picked up his bottle again. He looked at Billy and gave him a shrug as if to say, these things happened, what could you do?