"Ugh." He rolled his eyes. "That is a point I hadn't considered. For all I know They've got you on the payroll." He rolled his fourth ball, reaching for the fifth before it had even sunk. He watched it clink into the 10-ring, skittering over the carpeted surface before dropping into the hole. He frowned at the machine, as though it had somehow failed him. He tossed the ball into the air, catching it -- though not as neatly as before. He was fading, the booze and his almost empty stomach conspiring against him.
"You're ten down," he said. "There's no comin' back from this. Maybe instead of a drink, you can get me somethin' else."