"You wish it was a pool," Alicia said with a snort. "It's a game on a table, with a cue well a stick and you shoot balls into the pockets. It requires skill, you wouldn't like it," she said, waving her hand as if to dismiss him.
His comment made her smile and she continued to dance around, all bopping and arms swaying. She knew he was probably right but she didn't bloody care. "You just worry about staying on that bar-stool, looks like you're having some trouble. Bloody pathetic," she said, taking a swig from the bottle.