Billiard babe

Playing solo pool turns the cue into the only lifeline keeping me from stripping bare under dim table lights. Pants slide off easy when no one else is around. I line up a shot and catch myself grinning, wondering why anyone ever made this game stiff and formal anyway. The table ignores every single rule I break, balls clicking and rolling however they damn well please, and I laugh because having no one around means I can lose the clothes just as easily as the shot. Stripes, solids, bare skin; the eight ball watching like a bored umpire while I pocket everything my way.