Buck stood up smiling at Arty and sharpening his pool stick with the blue tube. “You done yet?”
“f**k naw.” Arty claimed. His pride wouldn’t let him leave out of The Bar Fly a loser.
“My man,” Duke spoke up from the shadows, garnering Arty’s attention. He’d just looked up from racking up the pool balls. “I’ll buy that game from you.”
“You know this nigga, man?” Arty looked at Buck but pointed to Duke.
Buck took a good look at Duke before answering, saying, “Nah, I don’t know homie.”
Arty finished racking up the balls and stood upright. “Look, homie, we ain’t playing for no chump change here. I’m talking ‘bout five G-stacks a game. I’m into ya man here real heavy.”
“How much?” Duke inquired, taking a sip of his Corona.
Arty looked to Buck smirking, thinking once he told old boy how m
