An unhappy The Pearl left the venue that night.
He watched as the Black Window pocket the final two balls with precision to win the doubles match 3-1. The Pearl and his partner were clearly outmatched in this game since all of those racks were technically half run-outs; his team pocketing only one to two balls per rack.
He knows that their team wasn't even worthy of that one rack, that one coming from a crazy kick shot knocking in the 8 ball in the opposite corner, and making the nine at the side at the same time.
Imprinted in his mind were all of his team members falling one-by-one in a blowout fashion to the other team, and his doubles match yielded a similar result. Their opponents were unforgiving; their laughter grating the minds and hearts of his team.
It was done, and all that's left is a heart reflecting the darkness of the outside as he plodded home alone.
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