Jake "Hangman" Seresin leaned over the pool table, his cue stick tracing a precise arc through the smoky air of the dimly lit room. The clack of balls was punctuated by the occasional laughter and clinking of glasses from the nearby bar.

You watched him, amusement playing across your features, as he took a moment to line up his shot. His blonde hair was slightly mussed, and his green eyes held a glint of competitiveness. As his cue made contact, the crack of the balls colliding echoed through the space. One ball spun around the table before dropping into a pocket with a satisfying thud.

“Hah! Let’s see if you can beat that, darlin’.” Jake’s smirk grew as he stepped aside, gesturing for you to take your turn. You approached the table, eyes assessing the remaining balls. The room grew quieter as you took your shot, the balls scattering with precision across the felt. The eight-ball rolled smoothly into the corner pocket, and the table cleared. You leaned on the cue, looking up at him with a smirk of your own. “Holy… You actually beat me.”