"Not for a long while," Oliver said, grabbing a cue. He played some prior to the shipwreck, but it was more for posing than actual play. "You?"
Oliver chalked the tip before lining up the cue ball to take a shot. He broke, balls scattering over the less-than-pristine surface of the table. A striped ball fell into the side pocket. He scanned the table for the position of other striped balls in conjunction with the pockets and where the cue ball came to rest.
He lined up a shot and missed. It was Casey's turn.