"Expecting answers before you pocket a ball?" Azrael teased, picking up the chalk. "Like I said. It's a ritual" he smiled, cigarette held between his lips. He could have just answered the question but with the game about to start he didn't want to hand out any freebies.
When he was done with the chalk, he put it back down and plucked the cigarette from his lips, blowing smoke up towards the ceiling. "All right, I guess that's fair" he shrugged. Was Tequila just being cocky? Maybe he was really good at playing pool... Azrael hadn't really considered that. Azrael wasn't too bad at it himself. He had plenty of practice since he arrived in Preya and some practice before that. He had played a little snooker too.
Pulling a coin out of his pocket, he asked. "Heads or tails?"