He aimed his stick at the cue ball and let his stick fly, hitting it directly and sending it hurtling towards a small group of balls. Three sank into the pockets, all solid. It was his called shot. “Dammit, Dixon. How the hell do you do that?” “Have an eye, I guess.” It certainly wasn’t his heightened senses, or his ability to be in tune with the earth. At least that was what he would always claim. Grant tugged on his leather cut, the one thing that distinguished him from everyone else in the joint. It made him a member of the most elite motorcycle club in the area. It made this his territory. "Just my luck." He shrugged and shot another ball into the pocket. "I dunno why you like to come down here, and kick our asses at pool all the time. You could be doin' just about anything." Andy was a nice guy, chatted with him pretty regularly, and gave him a solid run at a game of pool. But he was right. Not many Demon Hunter's came down from their bar to the local ones in town. "I think you know why.
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