Ren's mouth twitched slightly and he sighed as he watched the other man leave him to figure out his next shot. He didn't need anyone to tell him that that last one was pure luck. He wasn't even sure how he could develop skills enough to actually play this game well. He walked around to where the white ball was now located and tried to find a clear shot for him to take. He squatted down to become eye-level with the table to see if he could make a clear line with something so that it ended in one of the pockets.
"I think this is hopeless." He muttered as he put his hand on the end of the table to help raise himself back up so that he was standing. He scratched his head, shrugged and picked up his pool cue and took another shot. The ball bounced off the other side of the table and ricocheted into a couple of other balls, a striped and a solid, but did little damage.
He looked up at the other man as he came back with the bottles of beer. "Thanks, Ezra," Ren took the offered bottle and stared at it as he introduced himself. He held the bottle up to his mouth and downed some of the beer, getting rid of the taste of fruit and vodka.
"Does it matter? It's not like I wandered onto private property or anything. It's just a bar. Your turn." He motioned with his bottle and used the cue like a cane to lean on. It was a weird bar though. He had a bartender wink at him, and then someone stole his drink. But he was in California, and this place seemed to move to it's own beat. Maybe it wasn't that weird here.