JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Uranium Horseshoe

#008 • Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

Thursday, June 25th, 2015
4:01 PM

Chicago, IL | Phoenix Casino

Trace tried pulling himself together, and very lightly straightened the hairline of his very, very combed hair that sat above his massive forehead.

"Y'know, I've heard rumors..."

Trace lowered his mouth next to my ear. "That you shit your pants!" He whispered.

FUCK!

Crap, I gotta play this cool!

"Huuuuhhhh?!?! Are you for real?"

Trace nodded with a smirk on his face. "That's right."

"Well... you know the news, always making shit up so they can pull in more views."

"Ahh," Trace said. "I suppose you're right." Trace took his hand off my shoulder and moved his face away from my ear.

"Look, man, what do you want, man?" I asked.

Trace walked back to the table he sat at. His malicious red eyes dotted around the room for a second. He then scratched his nose, then tapped the two parallel eyebrow piercings on his face.

"Well, Donald," He looked me in the eye. "I would like to challenge you to a quick game of pool before I leave for the day!" He turned around, and pointed at a pool table just beside the bar table he was sitting at.

"Wait! One second!" He said. Trace grabbed his soda and dumped the rest of it on his tounge. Sounded like throwing a fresh slice of beef on a hot grill.

After Trace got the last drop out of the bottle, he screwed it shut. "Ahh..." Trace sighed with a puff of cold air coming out his mouth. He shut his laptop set on the table.
"So, what do you say?" He eyed me with that same smirk on his face.

No, no, no. I can't! He'll win and humiliate me in front of that hottie! Shit, shit! Even refusing to play would make me look like a coward! Fuck, I guess I've got no other option. He said he'll leave after this one game, that sounds reeeally promising, totally. Screw it, I'll show him. And I better win, be it fairly or through cheating.

I sighed. "Ugh, fine. And make it quick, too."

Trace grinned. "Very well." He then proceeded to set up the game on the pool table about two meters away.

Once the balls were racked in that wooden triangle thing on the right of the lime pool table, the cue ball was set down, perfectly even across from the rack of balls. As you may be able to infer, Trace was always somewhat of a perfectionist. He got down to his knees to see if he had set the cue ball in the right angle.

"Perfect." He whispered to himself.

Trace stood back up and grabbed two pool sticks from a wooden barrel behind us. "Heya, Donald..." He said. "Wanna make a bet?"

FUCK! HE'S TRAPPED ME!

I darted my eyes at the bartender lady. Bertha, that was her name, yeah. She was on her phone, and looked a bit bored. Even while distracted, she could definitely still hear us from this distance! Shit, shit, shit!

I got up close to Trace's ear to try and whisper to him. His cold little earring caught me off guard, though. I made a small shriek, but managed to save it just in time with a fake cough.

I looked back at the bartender. Oh, whew, she didn't notice! Wait, what if I fake-coughed too quietly? Does she like men who cough loudly? Fuck, now's not the time!

I got back to Trace. "Listen here, you little bastard," I whispered. "You're not gonna take ANY of my money! You've got this whole game planned out in your head, huh? Well let me tell you some-"