For Anatoly

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The jukebox had been mercifully silent today as Lex moved about the pool table, taking shot after calculated shot. Small blessings, but Lex had learned to cherish them a lot more since arriving on that island. Among other things. Speaking of which, "12 corner pocket" he muttered in Russian to himself as he bent over and made the shot. The ball bounced off the five, hit the wall and almost glanced off the pocket, but went in. It had taken him a bit to get used to this much more worn table vice his carefully taken care of one in the castle, but he was getting used to it. Plus, the geometry was a refreshing change of thought.

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Lex chuckled lightly. "Yes, but I knew how to play chess. This is your first time ever at the game of pool but," Lex shrugged. "If you insist. I won't hold back."

He waved for Anatoly to proceed. "Please. You won't get anywhere if you don't try." He may have cocked his head slightly as he stood back. To analyze Anatoly's form of course.

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Anatoly was fully prepared to lose this game, and lose it badly. "I do. I will never learn otherwise."

Lex's instructions in his head running through his head, he once again lined up his shot. It wasn't pretty but it got the job done, at least, and more importantly, one of the balls went in.

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Lex fought hard to hide his smirk as the solid red five dropped into the pocket. It figured.

"Nice break. Very good for your first try, usually that's the shot people have trouble with the most. " He answered honestly. "And you even pocketed a ball. Your solids, so you want to get all the solid balls into the pockets, using the cue ball, before I get all the stripes. Except the eight. Whoever gets all their balls in first has to sink the eight to win." He explained patiently then waved at the table. "Your shot."

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"Does it matter which ball I start with or could I choose any one?" It was a minor question, but he was determined to do this properly.

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"Whichever ball you think can sink. If you do, you go again. If not, then it's my turn." Lex explained smoothly, half of his consciousness already at work mapping out the table and the various angles he would need to win.

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Anatoly nodded in response then turned his focus back to the table. He wasn't confident of his ability to sink any of them, but there, that purple one looked like a good candidate.

He missed, but only by a few inches and he stepped back, shaking his head ruefully. "And your turn, it is, my friend."

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"Your picking this up very quickly." Lex said as he moved around the table to aim at the blue striped fifteen. "It took Clark a whole afternoon before he could even get the cue ball to hit another ball, much less get so close." The fifteen went into the corner without a hitch, followed by the pink thirteen. If he purposefully missed the eleven, he didn't show it.