#cheyenne.

             “You thought I was gonna take it easy on you? Y’know — you’re right, I did say that, but something tells me I was stuck in the mindset that I still had it after these past few years. I haven’t played pool in Lord knows how long.” Weston shook his head. Sure, he still had that arm and the aim from football that never would vanish, but after years of turning into a social drinker and a man that has lights out by eleven at the latest, he probably lost a bit of what he used to know. Shaking his head, Weston then tossed the white ball into one of the nearest sockets and raised both palms in his defense. They were going to need a rematch anyway soon enough. “I’m gonna bow out gracefully and just get the next round. Are we sticking with what’s on tap, or you gettin’ fancy on me?”