布莱顿鸡尾酒

Yellow ball in the top left pocket. That was my shot.

I bent over to take aim, now dressed only in my jockstrap,

about to shoot when I felt Lucas's hand on my arse.

Sorry, I guess this isn't making much sense, so let me start from the beginning.

An hour earlier, it was getting to an end of an evening at the Brighton Star Snooker Hall,