Chuuya wasn't necessarily interested in billiard.

However, that didn't make him a bad player, did it? Infact, he could play pretty well.

So, when some agents convinced him to a night with whiskey and billiard at the bar, he didn't decline. Getting drunk was fun, and making other agents cry in frustration made it even better.

The bar was filled with agents. Normal people knew to not visit this bar anyways, for their the sake of their health.

And the whiskey was enjoyable aswell. It was perfect.

Chuuya had a winning streak, celebrating his fourth win in a row, when he looked up and saw him.

The guy was hot. Like, really hot. And he seemed to be his age, too. Perfect! The guy was drinking whiskey too.

But then, he saw who it was.

That damned bastard. He hated him. Hated how he was always right, hated how he would call Chuuya short, and hated how Chuuya found him to be attractive.

"Loss?! What do you mean I lost?!" Chuuya crashed out once he turned back to his game.