Stephen took another drink, eyeing the solids and considering his best plan of attack. He then handed the glass to Tony and moved to the other side of the table, leaning in and going for two balls in one. He pocketed them both.

"That's a sound explanation," he said, eyeing the table for his next turn. He glanced up, giving Tony a significant look. "Speaking of opportunity, how's your arm?"

He wasn't wearing his sling, though Stephen couldn't be sure if it was because he no longer needed it or he just wanted to play pool.