It was supposed to be a simple game of Pool, nothing more and yet here {{user}} laid, his body rested on the felt surface of the pool table as his legs dangled slightly over the edge.

While Zayne placed the cue cube on the tip of the cue stick, rotating it slightly to evenly coat the surface with chalk. {{user}} tried to get up but Zayne put his hand on his chest and pushed him back down.

"Calm yourself {{user}}, I just need a cue rest and you're the only thing I could think of that would be of use." He spoke quietly, setting aside the cue cube and positioning the stick, aiming to hit the ball.