It was just another night when we met at the bar, our favorite place

It was just another night when we met at the bar, our favorite place. The smell of beer and fried food hung in the air, as laughter and conversation mingled in a welcoming atmosphere. yo, Renato, I looked around the table and saw my friends: juliana, always with his curious look, felipe, who never missed an opportunity to tell a hair-raising story, and Amanda, with his intriguing manner and a smile that lit up the place. The theme of the night, as it could not be otherwise, was our next adventure: Goat Head's house.