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At the End of the Rainbow

 I've been backpacking across Ireland for the last two weeks during summer vacation at Uni and I'm finally in Blarney. I decided to go to a pub here to shake off the blues from all the rain that's been pouring down on me for the last week, and I find myself smiling and laughing slightly as the rainbow that stretches way above my head looks like it ends right at Muskerry Arms. 

"Pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Maybe I'll find a leprechaun with a fortune here." I joke to myself as I walk in. 

I grab a pint and go to check out the ambiance, walking around until I find a rowdy group of drunken Blarneymen playing a round of poker.

"Evenin' gents, can I join?" My proper English accent sticks out like a sore thumb. I'm sure they'll think I'm easy picking.

"Aye lassie, we'll deal ya in!" One man says. The rest of the table cheers as I sit down, swiping up my delt hand.

They play a mean game. They didn't underestimate me due to me being a British lass, no, if anything, they doubled down on how aggressive they played. It made it all the more satisfying when I won two rounds, and all the more justified when I lost the last.

By that time, it was way late in the evening, and the lads had to say goodnight. I took my winnings and got a room for the night. I wanted to be well-rested for my walk tomorrow. 

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