Man cave.

“This is really an impressive place you’ve here. Is this some sort of getaway man cave club?” bracing her right leg she studied the table just as she did her opponent.

Flexing his slightly impressive pecs, you know the kind that says I-am-not a- street thug-but-am-still-all-man type of pecs he smiled “What makes you think its not my private man cave?”

“Calm your ego essh. I didn’t ask if it was yours, I asked if this is were you and your buddies escape for private business.” Flashing him a coy smile.

“Do you guy have plans to actually play the game or just circle each other like tigers on heat? Not that I care ‘cos either version is very entertaining.” Her friend rudely interjected.

The lights flickered.

“What’s just happened?” she asked

Chuckling “It’s the wind messing around, it’ll settle.”

It happened again, longer this time.

Posed  ready to tackle the darkness, they failed to note the slithering mass slowly rooting their feet to the floor like a spider’s web would hold a victim.

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When I saw the picture the only thing I could think of was a private man cave in a secluded mansion.

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