Xalo's spectacular failure caused Flora to smirk. She cared little about some drunkard's empty threats, and as such they had little impact on her mood. She tilt her head a little, analysing the situation on the table. She then circled it, walking behind Sunny and, after reaching a suitable spot, took a sip of her wine. She then handed him her glass, making it clear that it was his duty to help her. Once it was taken care of, she carefully removed any hair that was obscuring her view and began the important process of aiming down the stick. She took her time, making a myriad of tiny corrections and biting her lip in focus. Once her calculations were complete, she sent the ball towards the others, spreading them all over the table. A second later, the first ball found itself in a hole.
- That's one. - Flora smiled, satisfied with her little achievement. She then took another look over the table, soon finding another suitable spot. She walked over to it, this time passing behind Xalo, and repeated her aiming ritual. Soon after, a second ball found itself in a hole, but much to Flora's disappoitment, so did the white one. - Awwwwww... - Flora pretened to be sad before taking her glass off Sunny's hands. - Your shot.