A/N: This is just a little drabble I wrote while waiting for my flight. Nothing really great. It was intended to be completely different. Like, WAY different, but it ended up like this. I think I might rewrite it later so it's like what I had in mind (I'll admit the original idea included a rather fun lemon I still hope to write out) But anyway, before the authors notes get longer than the actual drabble, here it is. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!
When Haruhi had first suggested he get a hobby that didn't involve his work, his laptop or money, he was sure his wife had to be joking.
When she suggested a few weeks later that maybe he should try playing pool, he was thinking maybe she was starting to lose her mind
When he was forcefully dragged against his will by said wife to a pool hall one Wednesday night, he was certain that his fathers constant nagging for them to have children had damaged her brain.
When she had finished teaching him the basics of the game while leaning suggestively over the table, pool stick in hand, he was tempted to invest in this hobby, as long as they weren't in this smoke filled building with complete strangers.
When he easily beat Haruhi in their first, second and third games, he phoned up his furniture supplier to inquire how much a high end table would run him and if it would fit in their basement without having to rearrange too much of his existing layout.
And finally, when they were leaving and Haruhi mentioned how she had always wanted to make love on a pool table, he ordered one to be set up in the basement before they got home.