It was more than likely a few years since the last time Mr. Reed had played pool, and now he was randomly trying to win himself a milkshake. Well, it wouldn't be hard, because he didn't bet that he'd win. "Deal," He flashed a friendly grin in the other man's direction.
Taking the few steps to the end of the table, Staffan leaned over and positioned his stick against the ball. Different scenarios flooded through his head, including one where the giant piece of wood went flying across the room. Chuckling at the thought, the younger ranger pulled back and lined up his shot before pushing forward, sending the plain white ball toward the formation, getting himself a fairly decent break, but not potting a single ball.