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Sadie made all sorts of sure that she was keepin tabs on what all 'Kor was rattlin off, findin it rather thankful that it made some kind of sense, 'specially with the last bit he tossed on out there. "Yeh, had my fair share of that sort of thing."
With cue at the ready she went about linin up the shot just as 'Kor had described, findin that a bit of focus actually placed upon the task was probably gonna help a bit. Her eyes slowly moved along the reflections on the white, then the blue ball, and then finally on the pocket. A quick movement later, sure as rain on Kamino, the blue ball was sunk and the white sat in its place, spinnin on itself a bit. "Shiny. Don't 'spose I get another pointer on where ya would take it from here?"
She had to go and and admit to herself that after the run they'd just gone through that this little bit was actually fun. Yeah the game had just gone and started itself up but she was havin, what best could be considered, a decent enough time of it. Almost made her go and cringe a bit to think that sooner or later she'd have to go back to Bog and the rest of the crew where things like this didn't get to go and take place.
As she smirked and waited on 'Kor's answer she reached over and took another drink of the beer. Yeah, Sadie figured she'd be lookin back on all this and probably miss it at some point or another.
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"From here? Well...," he picked up his drink again and ambled around the table, "Gotta deal with goin' home, then..." he set down the drink again and pointed at the yellow ball sitting forward and a bit to the right of the white one, "There's a great idea I been workin', oh, about the game?" He eyed up the table again, squatted down to get an even view of the table and nodded.
"Yeh,yellow right corner pocket. Hit the cue dead center but it should hit the one ball left of center. Look for a straight line from the pocket to the one ball, then try to make it follow the line." He backed up a bit to give her room to look if she wanted to. "And follow through with the shot, let the stick follow the ball so it bounces off the rail back in the open. Just a nice gentle tap." He turned around to find his drink right behind him on a stool, where he sat down while she shot, smuggly finishing the last of his beer.
He didn't have any plans on how the night was going to end, nor did he bother to speculate on the idea. There was a good hunch that he would wake up with a sizable headache but nothing to rival any records though if he was honest with himself that's how every night ended up. It had been a long damn time since he had the chance to just play a game and really relax, it was nice. The outer rim tunes, smokey air, and company were really starting to allow him to unwind. The only thing that cast a shadow over the end of a good day was he only had one good night to enjoy, it was going to be a shame when the time came to go back to everything else.
