I had a meeting with my friends in the bar of the village. Yes, Mountainville has one single bar and the only thing they serve is beer. Ok, I already said that. I hope it helps as an extenuating circumstances for my mischief.
When I got in, everyone was there, Little Jim, my brother Henry "Hank" and Thomas "Boxing" Phillips, the guy who holds the fighting record at Mountainville.
As usual, nobody ordered anything until we were all together. As soon as they saw me, the began to scream:
– Hey Sam!, hey Sam! – Referring to Sam, the owner – Come on and give us something to drink.
I want a Martini! – Jim said
A Bloody Mary for me please – Thomas said
A 18 years old Scotch, if you don't mind – replied Hank
And I said – Brandy, in a glass
Pool Sam. We always did the same thing. The first times he become furious, but now he resigned himself, therefore he gave us four beers.
I just love meeting my friends. It does not matter if I come to village once a week or once a month, they are always there, ready to tell me their stories.
I already saw my brother Hank at my parents' place, so only Thomas and Little Jim get up and hugged me.
Wow, it is good that you came he to "Lonelyville" – the nickname we gave to the village – Little Jim said. With 280 pounds and 6'6' of height, "little" sounded... weird.
Yes, I am really glad to be here – I answered him.
We talked for hours. The boys were telling their last adventures, fishing in the lake, attending to the village's parties, but lately their tales were tending to be little more about girls and the "things" they did... but most of their stories sound a little... how to explain myself? a little forced.
Anyway, finally the question arrived. The one that I was waiting for, with concern.
Thomas looked at me and easily, asked me:
Hey Josh, is that true what people is saying?
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