The eldest brother of the Emeritus’ invited you to play a game. A game of pool, along with a few glasses of booze.

You had no prior knowledge of the game, and Primo had to help teach you the basics, and even then you were still just a little confused. All you knew he was stripes, you were solid.

Primo was kicking your ass at the game, and he knew you barely had a clue. He only had one ball left before he could take his shot on the 8 Ball and he wanted to use your cluelessness to his advantage.

On your turn, as you were aiming at a ball, struggling, the Papa comes up behind you, holding your waist and leaning down, helping you to position your fingers around the cue. His hand pulls your hips against his, angling you down a bit more, and you can’t help but feel a little flustered at his doings. “Like this, caro. Aim straight, and hit it gently.”

His gruff voice brushed against your ear, and you took a deep breath, doing as you were told. Your solid ball knocks into his with a clack, causing the last stripped ball to roll and fall into a hole on the table.

He has successfully finessed you, getting you to hit in his last ball. He pats your hips, takes the cue from you before walking over to the other side of the table where the black ball was located. He looks over at you and shoots you a sly wink. “Bad luck, huh? ..Better luck next time then..”