"Well you wouldn't be the first man to boast of his prowess with a stick and come up short," Jocasta teased. Neil leaned forward with a snort and peered down the que lining up a shot. Jocasta picked up a bottle of opaque white liquor and peered at it unable to decipher the alien script on the label.  Neil drew back the que and struck sending the queball cracking into one of his balls and sending it into the pocket. Jocasta arched an eyebrow and picked up one of the shot glasses which she raised in ironic salute. It tasted of pineapple and was very sour making her lips pucker up.

"Well when I boast I deliever baby," Neil assured her, moving around to take his next shot, sinking another ball. Jocasta picked up a greenish shot and knocked it back Neil grinned and then frowned, realising he didn't have another shot. He made a banked shot that clipped one of his balls, sending it spinning towards a pocket but it pulled up short.

"Aha!' Jocasta enthused,  bending down and unintentionally giving Neil the same view as before, hips waggling as she carefully lined up her own shot. She tapped the ball ever so slightly. The queball rolled forward and tapped her ball, trapping the queball in an impossible position behind her own shot.

"It is snooker remember?" she teased.

"Oh leaving me with an impossible shot?" Neil asked. Jocasta winked at him.

"Putting men in impossible positions is half the fun!"