The Player

Photo credit Etol Bagal
Prompt by http://pricelessjoy.co/2016/01/12/fffaw-the-saloon/

People were cheering while he teased the little and skinny young man. The young
man hanged his head low, ball after ball was getting in the whole. They had bet
one thousand dollars and the big bulky man was already thinking of how he would
spend all that money. Was it going to be on booze or girls? Probably both. He
missed one play, but that didn´t bother him. The young skinny kid still had all his
balls to play. What an idiot the skinny kid with glasses was, the big bulky guy thought.
A rich kid from the university coming to his tavern and thinking he could get away
with a challenge, hell no this was his territory and he was going to make the skinny kid
pay.

Suddenly the kid, took of his glasses. One after the other the balls started to hit their
mark, one hole after another. He didn´t miss any play. The crowd suddenly was silence, the
skinny kid moved swiftly from one side of the table to another hitting and hitting and
making each ball drop on the hole. After he was done he took the money and walked out.
People just stared at each other with their mouths shut.

“That wasn´t all that bad.” The old man, with white hair said when the kid emerged into
the parking lot.

“Hey, what the hell old man, not all that bad? You couldn´t have moved as quickly as I did.”

He gave the old man his cut, fifty percent and they moved on to another bar. The kid
put on his glasses  again. Just another night of hustling.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.