Clay, 35
Clay runs a chess club in a blue bar wedged between a river and a Gehry building. It meets on Monday nights at 9 and it comes with a lot of tequila and perhaps some vodka drenched olives, and one boy who will almost certainly beat you (but you’ll love it).
If you can find it, you can play…
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