Nerd Clubs

Lets be real here. You were a bench warmer on the basketball team, and are average in most other ways. A sports team would just be another year of sitting and doing nothing, and you don't know the first thing about joining a frat. Plus... you are a bit of a nerd. You've done your fair share of reading, and have seen the shows and movies of 'nerdiness.' Plus, in video games, you cannot be beat. So maybe you can find a place to fit in. You start walking around, passing by a few clubs that don't seem your speed. You eventually find a table for the band, and figure that you could get back into playing the sax. Hell, you saw a nightclub on the way into town, maybe you could go there for a bit of extra cash if you get good enough. You back away and figure you are done at the clubs, when you see someone sitting a little aways from the main grouping of booths. A girl, at least you assume, wearing a black hoodie over her head despite the warm summer weather. You can see a small drop of color on her hoodie, a small tiny shimmer. But that's not what catches your eye. What catches your eye is her face. She has a curious look on her face mixed with a scowl, but her face still looks... almost beautiful. Like a sculptor carved her face out of stone but wanted it to be a bit angry at the world. What's more... she's looking right into your eyes. No question about it. She is staring right at you. She reaches a hand out and motions for you to come closer.