"Sure, why not." Jacques, grabbing a pool pole. He set up the white ball infront if the triangle of balls, aiming for a bit. He shot the pole forward, striking the ball. The ball went forward and struck the other balls, sending them scattering. Two stripes slipped into the corner pockets. Jacques smirked. He lined up the pole to the white ball and struck it again, but this time he only scattered the balls more, not sinking any if the other balls. "Your turn." he told he, stepping back.