"I said I wasn't very good. Didn't you believe me?" Ren would never be able to hustle someone out of money, and certainly not at playing billiards. He might have a chance with one of his game consoles, but only on certain games.
Ren watched the stranger as he made his offer to give Ren back what had to be one of the girlie looking drinks he had ever seen. Ren was a little embarrassed by it. Maybe if he drank it quickly he could just get a beer or something less condemning. What the hell was it anyways? It was pinkish and looked like something was floating in it. He didn't know much about cocktails.
He watched as the two solid colored balls rolled into their respective pockets and sighed a little. This guy was probably a lot better than he let on, and was still pretty sure of it even when suddenly the stranger missed his next shot. Ren walked around the table and stood in front of the white ball and looked for a striped ball to aim for.
"It's Ren. Ren Raikou." He hit the ball, and wonder of wonders if it didn't actually make it into a pocket.
Ren smiled and stood back up, feeling a little pleased with himself. Maybe he wasn't as bad at this as he thought he would be. He walked over to the other man and took his drink with purpose and triumph, taking a deep gulp of it. Oh yeah, it was girlie. It tasted fruity, and was that an orange peel in there? At least there was vodka in it.
"Definitely a beer next time. Huh? What? Oh, no. I haven't even lived in this neighborhood for very long. Just thought I would stop in for a drink." He looked at the empty glass and shook his head. He shouldn't have gotten something without knowing what it was.