Stripes? Were you supposed to call out a ball before knocking it in? Well, he did it and Tequila awaited the question. He thought it might be something juicy or something invasive. It could have been anything. And yet, it was-
"Wait, didn't I tell ya?" He did tell Azrael, right? Or did he not believe him? "I was an agent for tha Statesman. I told ya, right? S'why I'm called Tequila. My boss was Champagne. An' I worked wi' Whiskey an' Ginger Ale an' others." Or did he even mean before that? Well, no matter. He got his answer. "See, I'd tell ya how I'd got here, but that'll have ta wait."
Moving to the white ball, he pulled the cue back as he lined up the shot, then knocked the ball into the pocket. "Well well, lucky me. S'my turn now."
Looking around the bar, Tequila wanted to make sure no one would overhear as he asked Azrael his question. "So, does everyone here know yer an angel, or is that a secret?"