I came back to my senses when I noticed a shadow of a potrait airing towards where I stood.
The chandelier above the pool table graced the whole area around it with blue incandescence of light beside me.The rest of the room was lowly lit by the widely spaced red tint bulbs on the walls of the vast guest room.To the far end stood a small cabinet with all sorts of liquor with an extension of a counter to it and a few occupied tall stools in front.It was a home bar.A number of guys were enjoying a game of darts and a tall glass ingress to the balcony was agape while a thick whiff of mary jane and cigarette smog found its way into the room.At the center of the room were a bunch of damsels cutting a rug to the reggae tunes playing smooth on radio.And to the opposite corner from where I stood was a gang of boys and girls ranting and shouting from the thrills of a video game,they were seated on a big lounge couch.I stood alone to the corner.The situation was frenzy.
The ice cubes and golden liquid in the half-empty tumbler chilled my palms and fingers.I clenched tightly onto it as an imbibe of the brandy raised a tempest of effects in my gray matter.
“Thanks,I don’t need company” , I mumbled as I caught a glimpse of the then clearer silhouette.
“I need a lighter,mind to share?..” , her singsong voice was disembodied.That one which turns me on.She was a little taller than 5′ that’s slightly below my chin,lightskinned,white high stilettos,a short black suit dress slightly above the knee,black and white polka chiffon blouse long sleeved,no make up just matte lipstick,bespectacled and long dark hair pulled to a neat ponytail.She was 22 or less and her curvaceous was visible even in the mid-darkness.Almost characteristic of a non-smoker or a writer or a fashion blogger or a law student or a news anchor or … then I had to say something.
“I don’t smoke” ..
Good conversation starter.
I smiled and looked deep into her glasses
“Ooh I could bet on that one”
She smiled and moved a step closer
” So I fathomed i ought to light you up ..”
At this point I felt the brandy topple my bonce but I had to maintain control.
“FCUK Friction it turns me on”,I muttered(Google FCUK Friction boys)
“Apparently that was non of my plan but it got the job done” She moved another step closer that then I could tell she had just taken a mild smelling beverage like tonic water.
“Too bad,that just got you fired”
“I am Melbourne on weekdays .. and Ciku weekends .. like today”
“Hail Ciku,well met .. I am Watson ..all day seven days round”
She chuckled again.
“We can get you a drink and find us a seat” I cut in almost immediately.
“Uhhhm no thanks actually I don’t do alcohol.Mind you I just had a big bottle of Tonic so I’m fine, let’s do that seat part .. ”
“I could bet on the alcohol part too.” I chipped in edgewise.
She chuckled again.
“Your betting game so strong huh? *smiles* Lets see how tough your game could be ..” as she went for a cue stick.
I had decided to stop sipping the slow poison I held in my hands lest the unexpecteds knock me down in the breaks of dawn.You all know how alcohol does to men the next morning when you realize you had been dating your worst Uncle’s look-alike.I mean,the drunkard uncle with smelly feet, yes?..no?! ..OK.
But God created Ciku on a special day plus I was 95% sober.
“I don’t know how this one is played” ,.
I had to lie in case she good at it and do me an 8 ball down.Look, I don’t trust these people since that Garden of Eden event.Chris brown also told ya..!
“Dunno how it’s played too,that makes us both and a perfect match no pun intended” ,
As she astutedly organized the balls in the triangular rack.I was watching her.
I loosened my tie.
She came forward holding the white ball and extended her hand.
I was nervous.
I snatched it and went for the cue stick.As you can guess, my senses were impaired from the brandy effect but funny enough I trust myself when that way than when i sober.
“So Miss Polka plays the spots? .. interesting” ,
As i leant to aim.
“I thought we both didn’t know how to play” She babbled and sniggered once more.
I deflected the cue ball to the rail and pocket 3 balls.This has been my long time trick since I learnt the billiard.
“Awesome shot!” ,She spouted.
Then I looked at her and winked,I felt like I had saved the whole world from an alien invasion that instance.
Second chance I pocketed 2 balls and unluckily one of them was a foul.
As she leant forward to take aim,I saw the future beckon to me.(blame the alcohol)
She hit the first ball head-on.
Four balls pocketed no foul.
Second chance.She sliced the finishing ball,that was a foul already, I almost jumped to the roof but not before two spot balls got pocketed.
I had two chances with 3 balls.She only had ball number two remaining.I told you how my mind works when I’m in trouble.Greased lightning is very slow.
I used the deflect trick again and luckily(read that in capitals) pocketed two balls.
Second chance.I was too excited.I missed terribly.
It was two chances for her.She aimed good and unfortunately or fortunately ended up pocketing one of mine and the white ball, foul!.
Only two balls 11 and 8 lay between me and the imaginary trophy.I had to kill three birds with one stone .. and the third bird was smiling slyly at me.I thought she must have been doing what my friend Alex calls ‘
kukaza haga‘,I beg you excuse my french.
My phone rang,I ignored.I had no time for it sincerely.
I sliced the Eleven ball the Pankaj Advani style (google this one) and the white rolled to Eight.I almost shit my pants from excitement as the Eight ball fell into the left centre pocket.
She chuckled and barreled me into a hug but almost there and my phone rang again.It was Kelly.
“Hey haha congratulations, that’s my twin sister, good luck”
It was Kelly’s graduation after-party.
“I could bet on that one Mr Lawyer” and I hang-up.
My heart almost walked out of me when her cheeks rested on my left breast.
The game had just started!
This one is for M.