You spot the irish bar a bit further down the main drag.
A long boulevard stretched ahead of you, smart tenement buildings line both sides of the road. A veriety of shop fronts litter the ground floors of the buildings, patisseries, boulangeries, appliance and cleaning drone shops, pretty much everything was for sale on this busy avenue. Most of the shops had pedestrian traffic heading in and out
A large multi-story car park stood to your left, just next to the boulevard. GPS said the bar was further up on the right and sure enough, a four leaf clover lit in neon jutted out of a building a couple hundred yards further down.
Your car, fitting in so beautifully in the shit-tip, now stands out like a sore thumb. The worst you'd seen pass you by was a 2 year old americar.
Dunk swung into the multistory, heading down three levels into the ground before finding a spot.
He groaned as he stood up out the drivers seat, cracking his back and neck in tandem
[colour=red]Urgh.. Getting fucking old lads.
Right, who's round is it?[/color]