“I know why,” he says, “You don’t have any American money! You can’t pay if you lose!” I roll my eyes and pull him to our room, walking in.

“And? So what? You don’t have any either. We’ll get back at him, but let me do it, huh?” He looked like a kid that was just told not to roll any houses tonight.

“Awww, whyyyy?”

“Because you’ll get caught.” Oh, jeez, I did sound like I was telling him not to roll a house.

“Whatever,” he said, lying on the bed and flipping through satellite channels.

“Well, hopefully I still have my bank account here.”