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He made turn and drove through the back streets. We got to our point. Jim parked the car. We left the car and got upstairs. It was two-Storey building. I saw a beautiful veranda. It was our place for poker and talking.

"Hey, Jas" – said one guy sitting there.

"Hey, man" – I said. (I knew this guy before).

"Hey, how are you?" – asked another guy sitting near (I didn't know another guy).

"Hey, not bad. And you?" – I answered.

"Good" – another guy said.

We started our conversation. Jim was good. He sat and laughed sometimes. The guy… who I knew was a good player. But… today. I didn't mean to be serious and wanted to rest a little.

"Who wants beer?" – asked the guy… who I knew.

"Good idea, man" – Jim answered.

"I'll go" – I said.

"Ok" – the guy said and took out the money.

After 10 minutes… I came back with 5 bottles of beer. Good time to drink some beer. Jim was happy. Why happy? Because he got beer. Everybody got beer. And we were happy.

"Jas, do you know about the European club near Walking Street?" – the guy asked.