Sunsets, Whenever.

Chapter Twenty-Five PART 1

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"Its your turn Clay,"

Clay rolled the cue in his hand before he bends and squinted his eyes. Sharpening his vision before he looks at the white ball in the green table. He locked his eyes on the eight black ball. 

"You should look at the ball not on something else,"

"I am not looking to something else," Clay hissed before he hits the white ball with the cue. "Besides we are the only person here on this room, the other are on the top floor," 

"That's the gambling hall right?" George looked at the white ball hitting the blue ten and bounced to the wall before it hits the eight ball which leads to the hole.

"Yes," Clay sharpens his cue stick. "You know this place was just a gambling place before it develop some other rooms,'

"Well then I think we can solo this billiard hall this night," George giggled, placing in his position. "You know this is the one night event only,"

George shuts his left eye and aim on the yellow ball which is the next ball in line. He hits the cue ball on the yellow ball which bounce back to the blue ball. Both of them shoot on the hole.

"You shot the wrong ball," Clay said. 

George raised one of his eyebrows. "What do you mean, that's consecutively nine and ten,"

"Your nine is fourteen," Clay responds.

"I'm sorry, I'm colorblind, Okay" George sassed.

"George," Clay said. "That's why they have numbers in them!"

"Ok I'm distracted," George rolled his eyes. 

Clay smirked. "You're what?"

"You are looking at my ass every time I bend over," 

Clay half-laughed. "I mean, look at them, they're thick,"

"You pervert," George sharpened his cue stick. "I have no idea, why did I say yes to you?"

"Well for some reason, you admitted that you love me," Clay smirked.

George clicked his tongue. "i am also questioning that in my life,"

"Your face is red," Clay pointed on George's cheeks.

George can't hide the burning cheeks of him. "I am not, Perhaps you are a simp,"

"A simp?" Clay asked. "What's a simp?"

"I'm glad you have no idea of what I am saying," George smiled. 

"Oh really," Clay chuckled. "Well you should thank me I'm trying to speak English just to understand you, or you want me to speak Italian from now on?"

"Hola amigos," A man yelled from the door of the hallway, wearing a white polo shirt and a long brown pants. "Why are you two are the only person in here?" 

Clay and George looked at the man not knowing who or where did he came from. They played there billiard in the corner left of the room, the farthest from the entrance. The man was walking towards them, and holding some gambling coins and a deck of cards.

"Do you know who he is?" George asked. 

"No idea," Clay whispered. "He greeted us in a Spanish language, and they say the owner of this casino is Mexican,"