Gathering: ...in the corner pocket

[concierge]

Anyone who passed the billiards room in the evening was treated to the sound of light laughter, billiard balls being struck with firm confidence, and the clatter of glasses and plates. The notice had been posted only that day for the tournament, but all were welcome to join in and play, while free drinks and small morsels of food were passed around for the enjoyment of all. The two billiard tables were rarely empty, even though the prize wasn't much to speak of, but pride was always a great motivator in people's ambitions and the ability to say you'd won was always on the line.

The billiards tournament was casual and many were lingering around, watching as the players took their turns. Waiters circulated the room with their trays, and every once in a while, new competitors were welcomed into the informal billiards competition that had begun only a few hours earlier.

Everyone was welcome, though some people would be leaving the event with a loss on their backs. It was lucky, then, that there was alcohol, food, and good company to help dull the defeats.

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[legendthatwas]

Martha was shite at pool, billiards, and anything to do with sticks that didn't involve hitting someone with them. She'd played, of course--who hadn't--in the student union, usually several pints of cider worse for wear, at which point even failure seemed brilliant anyway.

Pursing her lips, she watched the two competitors at the nearby table go head to head, figuring that, as she had in her uni days, she could pick up some ability by sheer osmosis.