Another stripe down and boy lined up a fifth blocking the corner pocket.
“You’re up.”
Girl just stood there lookin’ as if she was sizing up.
“K. You’re up.”
Girl snapped her head towards Tendeka. Tuned back in. Took her cue up,
leaned over, standing on tiptoes and nicked the white ball light as candy, so it
floated, spinning, into the middle of table like. Shrugged at Ten, smiling, and
that ball just kept on spinning. Stepped back, set her cue down on the table
next and started walking over to the bar, to me, while that white ball, damn,
was still spinning.
“Hey! What the fuck?”
“Ah c’mon, Ten. You know I gotcha down.”
“What! Game ain’t even started. And what’s with this, man? Fuckin’ party
tricks don’t mean shit.”
“It’s over, Ten.”
“You on drugs, girl? You tweaked?”
“Fuck off, Ten.”
Ten shoved his cue at Rob, who snatched it quick, and rounded on the
girlfriend. “You’re mashed, Kendra!” He grabbed her shoulder, spun her
round, “C’mon, show me!”
“Kit Kat, baby. Give it a break.”
“Oh yeah? Lemme see. C’mon.”
“Fuck off, Tendeka! Serious!”
People were looking now. Cams were too, though in a place like Stones, they
probably weren’t working none too well. Owner paid a premium for faulty
equipment like. Jazz was defending Kendra now. Not that she needed it. We
all knew the girl wasn’t a waster like. Even Ten.
Now me. I was a waster. I was skeef. Jacked that kind shit straight into my
tongue, popping lurid lurex candy capsules into the piercing to disseminate