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Free Use at the Pool Hall
When a billiards hustle turns you into a free-use toy
Martin’s Billards and Booze was a local landmark, but one that you didn’t visit after dark. Well, well-behaved women didn’t visit the establishment after nightfall, not even if they were a part of a raucous bachelorette party.
Which was just fine with me.
Martin’s Billiards wasn’t much to look at, but it was my home turf. I’d run this hustle a dozen times before — stroll in, bait the unsuspecting men with a smile and a challenge, then leave them lighter in the wallet. It was almost too easy.
Tonight felt no different.
I leaned against the pool table, cue stick in hand, scanning the room for my next target. A couple of drunk guys in flannel laughed too loudly at the bar. Too obvious. Two locals sat in the corner nursing room-temperature beers. I’ve hustled them before. A businessman in a suit sipped whiskey, checking his phone between every sip. Too distracted. Then I saw him — a man in a leather jacket, his posture relaxed but his eyes alert. He was watching the tables, not the people.
I sauntered over, making sure to look just interested enough.
