Take the librarian and head out

{if RP-Librarian >= 1}You secure the book in your pack and give one last look at the guy you just clocked. He’s breathing, but barely moving.

You walk over to the librarian, who is fixing her clothes, but staring fondly at you with a degree of expectation.

“So…” you ask,, “Do you want to go someplace?”

“Yeah,” she nods, looking over at the guy on the floor. It seems like whatever spell the guy had over her was broken. “My shift’s over, anyway. Do you want to grab a drink?”

You agree to a place she frequents: the Afterlife. It’s a townie bar in the summer, but fills up with a lot of students during the school year. It’s within walking distance, situated on the eastern seaboard.

When you arrive, the place is already pretty crowded. She walks over to a table for two in the corner, one of the few untaken spots. She shoots her eyes over at the bar, implying that you should order you both some drinks. Well, here is your chance to make a good impression!

{else}You decide to go out and find the librarian, even though it’s getting late. You make your way back to the library just as it’s about to close.

You see another librarian with dark brown hair locking the door. She’s cute, but nowhere near as busty as the redhead.

“Hey,” you say, “There was this redhead who worked the desk earlier. Do you know her?”

“You mean Gwen?” said the brunette.

“Uhh… yeah! Gwen!” you reply. “Do you know where she is?”

She isn’t sure which dorm she lives in, but she thinks that your best bet to find her at this hour is at a local bar close to campus: The Afterlife.

It doesn’t take you long to find the place. As you approach, you begin to hear loud music and the steady chatter of low twentysomethings. You scan the room and eventually notice Gwen in the back, sitting by herself at a table for two, drink in one hand and a small reading book in the other. She doesn’t look up or notice you.

You decide that in order to make a good impression, you should casually strike up conversation after offering her a drink. Then at some point you’ll politely ask her to fuck… no big deal, right?{endif}

You walk up to the bar to order a few drinks. Much to your surprise, behind the bartender, crawling up over the glasses and bottles is the imp from earlier.

The bartender is busy serving a couple, but he winks at you as if to say “give me one moment, please”.

The imp moves in closer and says (rather loudly to be heard above the din) as he points to the librarian, “You can have her at any moment. But I think you know that already. The trick will be how far can you get with her before that…”

You glance side to side, confirming that no one is looking at you, before you mutter under your breath to the imp.

“What do you mean, how far?”

The imp merely smiled. This was some kind of game for him.

Okay, you think, I can end the interaction at any time with her and get to that ending… along the way, I could potentially be seen in a more favorable light if I choose the right moves. At the very least, I would be getting some conversation practice — and who knows what could happen if I play my cards right?

“What can I get you?” asks the bartender. Both he and the imp are looking straight into your eyes.