It's a tourney game, of course. What else could it be?
Jean Hearts was not paying attention to the actual game whatsoever. The stands were crowded with people, some he knew, some he had only seen, some he didn't know existed. He didn't seem to care as he and a small group of others you couldn't identify got drunk under the bleachers.
You only found him by accident, and he seemed much to incapacitated to walk straight. If he was caught, he'd probably be expelled. The choice was up to you.
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i prefer playing spades - smb
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