Quitxi laughs at Titus' comment, the sound high and musical... "C'mon, don't sart making excuses already... I haven't started kicking your ass yet--"  the half-elf looks rather impressed with her leave, and opts to return the favor by laying her up with an even worse safety-- the cue ball squarely behind the eight.  Quitxi shoots the half-elf a cometitive smirk, her eyebrow raised quizzically-- and rather prettily-- before she lines up her next shot-- straight down into the table, it seems-- she masse' shoots the ball off the table and over the 8, sinking the 10 and kissing the cue back into play. The half-elf laughs, and starts disassembling his cue, knowing that the game is over.  "Hell of a shot--" he says, donning and tipping his hat as she squares the 8 into the side pocket and heads back for her tequila.  "You rack, big guy."