No, don't open the bag.

“Hmpt.” You grumble to yourself and place the bag back on the table unopened. Sandra seemed almost flirtatious with you when she left, and you certain have the hots for her, so the last thing you want to do is screw-up any potential relationship with the most attractive woman you have ever met. Besides, you genuinely like her, and she sees to respect you.

As you return to cleaning up there comes a knock on your door. “Ugh, probably that crazy guy down the hall," you groan to yourself, "the closer talker with the over active saliva glands. What is his name? 'Jerry?'” Jerry has become your bane, he keeps on bothering you since you're the only person that has been nice to him in the building. Last time he wanted to borrow a “gonkulator”, whatever the hell that is, and you made things far worse by asking him what it was. He went on for almost twenty minutes and you still don't know what it is. Though tempted to not to answer, you still do.

“Hello.” You open the door and brace yourself.

“Hi,” Sandra, gives you a friendly smile, "me again."

“Oh.” Your surprise and pleasure unfortunately doesn't translate into a witty reply. “Hi.” Is all that you can muster.

“I left my dice bag.” She explains as you try not to fixate on those brown eyes and her ample curves.

“Yeah, it's here.” You nod hoping you are not grinning like an idiot.

“Can I come in and get it?” Sandra gives you what you think is an amused look as a few seconds of silence and lack of motion go by. You're not sure if her amusement is that she finds you charming, or has pity on you for being such a doofus. “Or, is it too late?” She adds.

“No, its not late at all.” You mentally kick yourself. “Please, come on it. It's good to see you."

Stepping aside you let the buxom brunette in. As she walks by you get a faint whiff of that scent that so hypnotized you from the dice bag. Closing your eyes for a brief second you melt inside. “Doofus, definitely a doofus.” You think to yourself surprised how much this Librarian Science Major reeks havoc with your very being. You've had girlfriends before, and been around super-sexy instagram cosplay models at conventions, but no woman has so rock your very being as Sandra Morelli.

“I saw Brian drive away.” You try to sound somewhat intelligent. “Are they waiting for you outside?”

“I asked them to keep on going.” Sandra picks up her dice bag. “I told them I'd get an uber to get home.”

“I can drive you back.” You try not to reply too quickly.

“Thanks.” She nods and then unconsciously begins to twirl a bit of her silk like brown hair with her right finger as she seems a bit nervous. “Do you mind if I ask you a question about the game?” She states while only briefly making eye contact as she continues to fidget with her hair.

“Sure.” You're now greatly intrigued.

“Well.” Sandra almost stutters. “The game was a lot of fun but you seemed to rush the ending, why?”

“Oh.” Collecting your thoughts you explain, “Viv was about to lose it for good and I do pride myself on running a PG game. And with you being new to this band of ne'er-do-wells, I thought a little interference might help. If it came across as white knighting, my apologizes.”

“No.” Sandra gives you again that devastating smile. “I'm old school, the world could use a bit more chivalry.” After a few wonderfully awkward moments of you just looking at each other, the brunette beauty adds, “You said the voyage was three days, was I allowed to rejoin my friends?”

Thinking solely as the game master, and a complete nerd for this moment, you factually answer, “Well they would have been reunited only after the voyage. Rae the Priestess would have been held in a cage in the bowels of the ship. It wouldn't be pleasant but it was only for two or three nights.”

“What happened to me during the voyage?” Sandra asks quickly and then blushes. “I mean, I hate not knowing the details of the ending of a good story. I hope Rae was able to get by alright. Did she? Or, did I get into any trouble?”