"Eight games in a row!" Gerard cheered. "Eight freaking games in a row!"

"Damn it." Richard grumbled, throwing the stick against the table.

The two men were at Richard's house engaging in a game of snooker. Obviously the happiness Gerard had felt for days transcended to his red hot form that very day. They had been playing from the previous night well into the early morning. Gerard had beaten his best friend in a clean sweep.

"Great game." Richard said. "I must say you are improving."

"Improving?" Gerard laughed. "Did I just hear you right? After winning eight games in a row? Come on, that isn't improvement. That is total...