I was hanging for half an hour in a dreary game set with Heiner, as Kalle to Wolf to the board began.
"Are you now free? Let's play a game?" Without waiting for an answer, Kalle reached into his pants, carried out a large toaster mobile phone and put it on the table.
"Say, you've got probably the ass," snapped Wolf. He had lost the last game hands down.
"Why?" "Here son fucking thing to pop on the table."
"Why, this is a normal mobile phone."
"Yes, 1987 maybe. Take away that."
"You're crazy."
"Take that away, or choose another table. I've not even place to stop for a beer."
"You but no beer."
" Now not. But equal" poisoned wolf. And towards the bar, "Klaus Make me a beer!"
"It's all right." Kalle Friemelt the awkward phone back in my pants.
"Nothing is good. I sit here and think no evil, and you and your fucking thing, you just behave as if the table includes you."
"asshole."
Klaus pressed, and a tray of drinks at the Kunstlederfalttür past in the club room .
"Well, Wolf, today, no luck in the game?" Although Klaus by ten meters and a club room Kunstlederzieharmonika of was separated, he seemed to always know what was going on.
"Now you do not start well yet."
"grouser not around, drinking a sip of the first times. If the house."
Wolf emptied the beer into a train and Klaus held the empty glass. "Here, take again. And bring me another one."
Klaus trotted back without comment to tap. He had in the fifteen years since he ran the pub, and especially in the four years since he had known Wolf, bought a bestial mind.
"What you have now calmed down? Can we start?" Kalle had built up in the meantime the figures.
"I am calm when I want, fucking shit!"
Kalles look flickered across the room. Heiner and I had forgotten about our game long. The others. No one said a word. Wolf pushed up the sleeves and scratched his wrist. Skin flakes flew. This was not a good sign.
midst of the silence, it rang. From Kalles step. The room was filled with Ravel's Bolero in midi sound. Kalle consoles his cell phone out of his pants. Wolf's wrist was bleeding. He hissed curses. The moment in which I was sure that Wolf would tuck in the Kalle same one that the phone squeaked the second verse of the inexorable Bolero took Wolf, two of Kalles farmers and put it in the ears.
"Much better," growled Wolf.
"Hey, what's that?" Kalle astonishment forgot to answer the call. "You're crazy good! How shall I now play for?"
"I can give you back your peasants happy when the fucking thing bothered me any more."
Kalle put his face in Ekelfalten, and Wolf played the smirking with two farmers in the ears of the quietest game of the evening.
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