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jam_pony_fic2006-08-09 10:08 pm
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My first fic here....not sure if I did it right....please tell me if I didn't.
Title: Some Master
Rating: PG
Characters: Alec, Sketchy, Max...some others mentioned
Word count: 398
Summary: It was Alec's game! He never lost, never.
Notes: for the contest
Alec stood by the pool table and watched as Sketchy landed another ball straight into the pocket, leaving only two more on the table.
“Hey Sketchy, where did you learn to play so good,” he asked as he scratched his head in perplexity. Sketchy was good, but he wasn’t that good.
Sketchy ignored Alec as he lined up his next shot…one…two…three…and it sailed cleanly into the corner pocket.
“Nice shot bro, but really how did you get so good so fast,” asked Alec getting worried. There was a lot of money at stake and he still had three balls on the table while Sketchy was shooting for the eight ball.
As the eight ball dropped soundly into the corner pocket Sketchy straightened up and blew the tip of the cue stick, “nothing but skill man. So how about handing over the dough, I think I see a lovely lady in need of a drink.”
Alec followed Sketchy’s gaze to the bar and saw Asha watching them in amusement.
“She’s so out of your league,” said Alec handing over his hard earned, well mostly hard earned, cash.
“Thanks, and to answer you question, I learned from the master.” Sketchy winked in Max’s direction then left to join Asha at the bar.
“You little traitor,” said Alec as he pulled up a chair at Max and OC’s table.
“What? I didn’t do anything,” said Max innocently.
Alec rolled his eyes, “he was easy money.”
It was Original Cindy's turn to roll her eyes, “you just mad because you got beat at your own game.”
“By Sketchy no less,” said Max, adding insult to injury.
“Hey Alec, wanna play another game,” called Sketchy, walking to the table and picking up his pool stick.
“What happened to Asha,” he asked, noticing the bright red spot forming on Sketchy’s left cheek.
“Uh…she had to…go. So do you wanna play or not?”
Alec gulped down the last of his beer and stood. “Sure,” he said, then turning to face Max, “watch how a real master does it.”
Max walked over to the table as Alec made a show of breaking the rack. He was preparing to shoot his first ball in when Max leaned forward and knocked his arm sending the cue ball soaring off the table, and causing the cue stick to leave a thin scratch mark down the middle of the table.
Max laughed, “Some master.”
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