Chapter Eight
Domino and Wacko were playing a game of pool at a hole in the wall dive called The Bar Fly. The place wasn’t all that grand when it came to appearances, especially when compared to other establishments. But the warm welcome and conversation folks got from the bartender/ owner Nigel and his employees made the place feel like a second home.
“When are we ‘pose to be laying that thing down?” Wacko asked lining up the cue ball with an orange striped ball.
“Tomorrow hopefully; I was pushing for today but he said he had something to do.” Domino said, gripping a pool stick and swigging a cold one.
“f**k he got going?” Wacko’s forehead creased.
Domino shrugged and said, “Hell should I know?”
Wacko struck the cue ball, which hit the orange striped ball causing it to land into the
