How to Get Free Pool

I’m pretty sure everyone has heard that there is an underground gay establishment somewhere in this fine city.  Well, the rumours are true, or at least they were on Saturday night.   Ryan had followed his nose (to be polite) to the place, dubbed “Down Under,” and was delighted at the sight of a pool table inside.  Actually, he was delighted by many things in that bar….

We went and sat down so we could get some beer.  Our mission that night was to get Arno drunk, but all he wanted was some tandoori chicken.  A couple of things caught our eye.  First, the bass in the place was way too strong.  I’m pretty sure that if my heart had stopped that night, the vibrations could’ve restarted it.  The second thing we noticed was the clientele.  There was a very obvious lack of the female gender.  To be a little more specific, there were no women at all.

After we had settled at our table with some beer, guys started to approach us, I mean, Ryan, to get his juicy details.  What started as small-talk soon turned into all-out flirting as Ryan was asked if he would kindly oblige to play pool.  He couldn’t turn an offer like that down, especially considering the 50 rupee/game tariff.  As he took the familiar “bent-over” position that is so familiar in pool, a crowd started to emerge around him.  

It became painfully aware to us guys sitting at the table that the crowd wasn’t interested in Ryan’s adeptness with the cue, but rather his $exy British ass.  Every time he assumed the pool position, you could see the audience mouth the words, “Oooo…awww.”  Was Ryan fazed by this attention?  Not at all.  There was an opportunity to be had and it wasn’t going to be hard for Ryan to pull off.

On his next shot, Ryan decided to shake what his momma gave him.  That move alone got him another free game.  He continued to flaunt his “assets” until Arno had finished his tandoori chicken.  We left the place soon after, much to the dismay of Ryan.  If only he could’ve stayed…he’d have been playing pool all night.      

Ryan’s wishes that night were best described in a conversation he had with Nina:

Nina – “Indians love to see a little bit of foreigner.”
Ryan – “If only they’d have bought me drinks, they could’ve seen a whole lot of foreigner.”