Sunny smirked back at Flora and chuckled a little under his breath. He walked around the table where the white ball landed and took it out of the pocket. Rolling it around in his palm, he pondered for a moment where to place it but then he found a ball just begging to be sunk in. He walked around, placed the white ball down right before the target ball, and easily took the shot to get it in. It was almost a impossible miss to be made.
He then looked at the table again and found himself locked in with difficult shots all around. He grumbled a little to himself and decided to try his luck at a roll of balls to just break them up. He leaned forward and shot and the balls burst around the table, but non went in. Sunny shrugged and took another puff on his cigar. "Your turn, man." He said.
