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You were just a tumbleweed in the Wild West as you put it. Drifting to place to place, going with the wind was how you rolled. Lucky, lucky you were. You staggered into a small bar on Mars hoping just to play some pool and get on with your wanderer life style.

You slid the pole next to your thumb, getting just the right amount of force to get the white ball to hit blue striped ball to hit the red striped ball and into the hole.

"Nice shot. Mind if I join?" You hear a deep voice from behind. You turn to see a man in his mid twenties with interesting dark green hair, a messy blue suit with a goldenrod colored button up shirt that did not match his suit.

   "Sure. For fun or for money?" You asked smirking at your retort to his self invitation of your game.

"How about I win, you have a couple of drinks with me. If you win..."

  "You leave me alone!" He chuckles softly at your childish but serious request.

"You said with such a positive attitude." You smiled and set your pole on your shoulder.

   "I think it's your turn." You point to the white on the pool table. He bends over and and places the pole on his fingers and in aim of the ball.

   "Oh by the way—" he hits the ball skillfully as it hits to ball in front of it and makes both of the balls into the hole. "The names Spike. Spike Spiegel."