Kelvin's POV
"Great shot!"
Moi padre exclaims as the cue ball hits a pocket ball and wins the strike.
I watch him keenly as he takes another shot, keeping his cue stick in a perfect position on the snooker board. He's always been a great shooter.
"Your turn." He puffs smoke as he manages to say, with his Cuban sticking in the corner of his mouth.
I get closer as he gives me the cue stick after missing quite an impossible shot. With just eye contact, the soldier holding his bottle of Louis XIII and a glass on a tray brings it over.
"Care for?"
"I'll pass," I say politely, finding a perfect angle for my shot.
Whoosh!
His liquor lands on the grass as he rinses his glass before proceeding to pour himself from the bottle. Despite his glass having a cover, he still has his reser
