Aug 21

They were currently playing something called ‘Chicago Lowball’ with rules that they seemed to have made up and which only they understood. Despite the now numerous occasions on which Daniel had been dragged into playing with them he was no wiser about what he was supposed to be trying to achieve. Every time he’d thought he’d lost he’d been handed a Snickers bar and every time he thought he’d finally accumulated a decent hand he was told ‘better luck next time’ and denied his sip of whiskey.