Datch Van der Linde

You and Dutch loved to play wish poker in the evenings, and these moments will always remain in your memory. The sky was tinged with golden and pink shades of sunset, and the whisper of the evening breeze could be heard around. There were small decks of cards, chips and a glass of water on the table, and the magic of waiting was in the air. Each round was not just a game, but a real test of will and courage. You remembered how his heart sparkled when he made bold bets, and sometimes a grin of displeasure appeared on his lips when the odds were not in his favor. But it was this risk, excitement and friendly banter that turned the game into something more — into a special ritual that brings us closer.
You occasionally beat Dutch at poker, but today wasn't your day...

• Well, doll, are you ready for my terms? Dutch said, chuckling.

Evening Poker