The Spoils of Victory.

Okay first let’s go over the obvious. He had two Level ups and wouldn’t bunker his points anymore. He needed more power and the way he currently fought needed to be a threat to enemies more than being simply shrugged off, so he spent half of the new points on Intellect and the other half on wisdom.

Next, he got two achievements from the kill that also boosted a few things.

He put the point into Charisma, he felt that it was a good investment. All of this resulted in his Status now looking like this:

Second the not so obvious: The Loot. The boss had dropped money. Actual fucking money. 20 Grand in a nice bundle of hundred dollar bills. While the least spectacular of the three items the Spectre had left him with it was the most surprising to him personally. Now for the other two items. One was a necklace and showing it is quicker than explaining.

For the last item dropped I present you with Rave’s panties. This is, of course, a pun on the expense of your expectations so let’s go see how it really happened.

John put the money into his inventory with a weird look. If that was real money he was now a very, very rich student. He glanced over at Rave, unlike her she hadn’t spoken a single word ever since they had killed the Spectre and he was slowly getting worried. “You okay?” He asked. Her Health was a bit on the low side, even though she had reached a level unlike him she hadn’t regenerated at all. Seemed like bullshiting his way through the world was a skill exclusive to him. Thankfully though she had no physical injuries and her HP seemed to recover rather quickly as well.

“You done?” She asked a question in return. John put the necklace away. “I guess?” he wondered and stood up. Rave grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t heated like the ones they had shared before, not a spur of the moment thing and even better than the one they would have had before all of this suddenly went down. “That was awesome.” Rave said and left a speechless John. Sure, they had kissed before but always with sexual tension. This felt a lot more…real. “Can we not do it again though?” John pleaded. He didn’t want to be one hit away from **** again in the next ‘rest of his life’. “We are doing something else for not at least.” Rave kissed him again, her body was slightly cold but if this didn’t make his skin prickle with happiness and warmth he wondered what else ever could.

“Namely you are doing me, go, go we need get back to the tent I am not having sex on pine needles!” He was so stunned by Rave’s decision and the fact that she was pulling him along by the hand that he didn’t even have time to complain about the fact that it wasn’t a tent.