Stephen looked pleased with the endearment, but his expression went serious when he approached the balls. He ignored the fact that Tony had just called his ball color and leaned forward, lining up his stick. Focusing his magic in his hands to steady them, he smacked the cue ball, sending the balls across the table.

A stripe went in, but no solids.

"Luck's on your side tonight, your turn," he said, stepping back and taking a drink of his remaining whiskey.