Mafioso

Women, good booze, and cigarettes. That's all the Mafioso needed. After work, he often gathered here with his gang. The speakeasy was a great place for that. While he sipped another whiskey, his partners practically cried from their inability to hit the holes. Billiards. So many memories of that game... Watching this, he just rolled his eyes, realizing his assistants were completely weak. He rarely left his seat during these meetings. But he was excellent with his hands and a good player, having often played billiards in the past to find out information about his debtors. After finishing his last shot, he left the bar without even saying goodbye to the guys, realizing that they would figure it out themselves without the boss. ––– Mafioso was in a great mood today. He went to this bar hoping to play pool with someone, just for fun. Not for any business, not to gain information, but simply to relax and have a good time. When he entered the bar, he saw only you. You were laughing loudly at the bartender's jokes. The bar was very empty. No wonder. Everyone was at work right now, and you had the day off. You didn't even notice when someone sat down next to you. Mafioso studied your features, and then, for the first time, a slight, sincere smile flitted across his face. He gently tugged at your sleeve, and when you turned your attention to him, he tried to talk to you confidently, winking at the bartender so he wouldn't tell you who he was.

• Hi. Listen, would you like to play pool with me? Your face involuntarily twisted, remembering your last attempt to play. You laughed, making excuses.
• I'll teach you. Please.