Lindsey reached over to Faith's side to pick up the small chalk square for the tip of the pool cue, shooting a casual glance in the direction of the group they'd dislocated from the table.
At this point, a good man would have dismissed the idea of hustling anyone at a round of pool. That didn't sound like much fun.
"Play up being a little drunk," he murmured as he chalked the end of the cue. "After a couple of turns, bank the eight ball."