Come Friday evening Sam had gone to the Union bar for a pint before going to the Games Club which didn't start till 7 p.m. He'd had a heavy day: two lectures, three tutorials, plus an appointment with his Director of Studies. He'd got alot of work and research to do the coming week and needed to recharge his batteries. Tom came in and joined him.
"Hi Sam," he said. "Going to the Games Club?"
"Absolutely!"
"That was quite some thing you started, the strip game, last week. D'you reckon it will actually happen?"
"50-50 I'd say. I'm not interested in playing blokes only, and Alex told me Jane wouldn't play if she were the only girl. Only one way to find out, though, and I've got in a few bottles of wine just to get everyone relaxed."
"D'you fancy either of the two girls played last week?"
"Could do. They both look pretty good to me. Though I've got my own gf just now, Nicola. I don't think she's really a games player. How about you? I rather thought Jane fancied you a bit."
"Do you? I've my own gf too just now too."
"Well who knows. I'm having another pint. It's still half an hour to start time. Can I get you one too? What's yours?
"Yes thanks. Pint of Export please."
"Coming up!"
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