"One more and then the eight," Lindsey murmured back. "Then I say we drop the act and walk out of here like the arrogant sonsabitches we're known for being." Another ball went in the pocket, a little victory mutter coming from the man who put it in. Then he sunk another one. The third went wild and bounced off the side.
He accepted the stick and leaned down, sighting up the ball and giving it a tap. It rolled and bounced against the side of the table, knocking the edge of the remaining striped ball to send it in.
The eight sat at the opposite end of the table and he exhaled, lining up the shot just right before calling it. "Eight in the far right pocket," he stated before giving the cue ball a hard tap. It rolled and hit the eight ball, knocking it right to the edge again. And then it fell in.
Lindsey stood up straight and smirked. "Well boys, I think you owe the lady and I a few bucks."