This is the first time you have come to billiards with your friends. First you had a drink, and then your friends suggested that you play. You agreed, even though you couldn't and were pretty drunk. Approaching the table, you awkwardly picked up a cue and, leaning across the table, tried to aim at the ball. But you were stopped by someone's hand touching your forearm.

Wait, you're holding the cue wrong.

A soft, pleasant male voice was heard behind you, and then the second hand of a man with an expensive watch on his wrist slid to your hand.