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Well this is a new story. Hope you like it. Right now it has nothing to do with anything.

The four graduating seniors of Lincoln High School sat around the table, chatting about nothing and drinking heavily.

One of the teens inhaled deeply on his cigarette and puffed out a long stringy cloud of smoke. He gulped on his miller light and leaned back on his chair, staring curiously around the table for signs of a bluff.

"Put down already, I am not getting any younger here," the Italian demanded impatiently, snapping open another beer while still thoroughly enjoying a half empty one on the table.

"Dude, give me a sec, I am thinking." The dark haired, lanky fellow retorted anxiously, slipping his fingers through his greasy hair. "By the way Joe, you still have beer in that one," the man pointed to the half empty can.

Almost instantaneously, Joey grasped the beer with his large fingers and flooded his throat with the liquid substance.

Ross rolled his eyes and finally revealed his hand. "Four aces boys," he said, throwing down his hand and gathering his winnings.

Chandler, who had been examining the trio for the last hour, slammed his cards into the pile of winnings and relaxed his legs on a nearby chair located conveniently to his right.

"This is shit, nine times out of ten you win, Ross. What's with that!" Chandler said, cracking open his third beer.

"Skill, my friend. Pure skill." Ross' over-confident demeanor had grabbed a hold of his personality. This tended to happen when they played any type of poker game.

"Ross, you do realize you're getting a lot of luck. I don't know why. But you are." Kevin Sanders, another Lincoln High survivor, said, raising an eyebrow.

"You're just saying that because you're losing." Ross retorted, dealing another hand of five-card.

"Oh, who cares who's winning. We just graduated yesterday from Lincoln High! What more could you ask for." Joey chimed in.

"Wait a minute. We graduated yesterday?" Chandler eyed Joey sarcastically.

Joey didn't even look up from his cards, only flipped up his middle finger in annoyance.

"Yeah, you too," Chandler said, mimicking the gesture, a small smile creeping up on his face.

"Boys, boys, can we cut the chit, chat and play some poker." Ross dissolved the interaction between the two men and put two bucks into the pot. "I'm feelin' hot tonight."

And so the men played their idol game of poker. They were graduates of Lincoln High. They had gained freedom.

All were going to college. This would be a summer they would never forget.

To Be Continued...

Are you confused? Well to clear things up, like I said before, this story is pretty much about nothing. It's almost Seinfeldian. I will update as soon as I can.