I'd drop my P32 in a front pocket. And, yes, folks, I'd carry were it permitted in my state (I actually have carried in a couple of "non-bar" billiard rooms.)
I'm not one who sees the gun as a solution to everything, and the OP may well be the same way. Even if he abstains from carry, will that make all the other patrons do so as well?
Those of you who would dread the idea of being armed in a pool room may well be inflecting some of your own personalities into what you perceive as risk, at least, those personalities you had when you were 21. The OP would be wise to consider that but, as mentioned, going unarmed in a place where others may not be exercising that restraint may also carry some risk.
I spoke from experience in my post. When I was young and dumb, I did carry, though a knife, not a gun, into bars that had pool. In one instance, a guy was shooting (pool) and I tried to squeeze between him and the wall, as I'd done many times before at that particular table. (It was set between a stairway and the bathrooms, with just enough room to pass through if....) If the person shooting wasn't the type to embellish their shots with wild, grand gestures of exaggeratedly drawing the cue way back to shoot, then tapping the cue ball just right. (Yes, this guy was a good pool player. I'd played against him before.) Anyhoo, I was trying to get through before he shot, and he whipped that cue back and hit
two balls, very hard, I might add! What astonished me was that instead of apologizing to me for that, as I would have done, he started screaming, "You F'd up my shot, sh**head!" I responded with, "Sorry, man, but you also hit me in the sac pretty hard, too, ya know." His reply; "Ya F'ing deserve it-I oughta kick your a**!" (Note: there was no money riding on this game, just the table.) I pulled a $5 out of my pocket and said, "That should cover you if you lose this game." He glared at me for a second, ans said "You wanna step out side?" (Note-This bar was on the third floor of a restuarant. the only exits were down the aforementioned stairs, which were usually crowded/block at that time of night, or down a fire escape type stairs out the back of the bar.)
Fortunately, I didn't have to answer that, because the three friends I was with came to see what the commotion was about. At that point, the light must have finally went off in his head. He was alone, not well liked there anyway, and no bigger than I in size. He just made a digusted gesture, and we all walked back to the corner of the bar we were at, opposite were he was. We kept a good eye on him all night; fortunately, he didn't act on it further, though his self-puffery could be heard all through the bar. On the way out, my best friend couldn't resist murmuring to him "My friend has a knife on him and is very good with it. Still wanna meet him out side?" The guy turned white as a ghost....
Yes, it was stupid as hell for me, whether legal or not, to do so. Two of the guys with me that night had pool tables in their houses, we could have sat around all night at their places, and if one of them had tagged me with a cue shooting, we'd have all just burst out laughing, no fisticuffs necessary.
And yes, I could have just hauled off and attacked that guy for sac tapping me with his cue, a lot of people there would have seen it as justified. I doubt a judge would have, though.
Those of you who would dread the idea of being armed in a pool room may well be inflecting some of your own personalities into what you perceive as risk, at least, those personalities you had when you were 21. The OP would be wise to consider that but, as mentioned, going unarmed in a place where others may not be exercising that restraint may also carry some risk.
Obiviously I had no dread of going armed into a pool room. (I was not yet 21 then.) I also hadn't thought the situation through either. I did do my best to de-escalate the situation, but only a show of disparity of force (my friends showing up) resolved the issue. It could have ended quite differently.....
Anyhoo, I mention the Three S's rule again: Avoid Stupid places, with stupid people doing stupid things.
And I swatted my best friend on the head for saying what he did to the guy on the way out. Then laughed thinking about that guy's reaction.
Next time I saw that guy there, he avoided eye contact, and stayed away from me. (Yes I was stupid enough to go back there, but we'd been going there for years by then, and knew the staff well.)