Bill held his breath, and took it as a stroke of luck that it didn't go in.

"Oh. Someone got too fancy there."

Emptying his beer, he signaled for another one before stepping up to the table. Lining up his next shot carefully, the ball went in and set him up for another.

"Well, I ain't really a high stakes kind of guy. If you were one of the boys we'd be playin' for shifts at the station or beers. 'Course, I could maybe play you for beers. Shots for shots is fun, too."

Taking his shot, he made another and had the hope that maybe he'd catch her.