To DnD!

I just stand on the doorstep scratching my head. She seemed awfully nonchalant about the fact that someone had burned her father's favorite rosebush. Like the only thing she was actually afraid of was her father seeing us talking. Which, I mean, yeah makes some sense considering their household. Still, I couldn't help walking away from the Zahareed house thinking there was distinctly something fucked up going on.

A few cars start to pull up to Jess' house. I duck into my house to avoid them. While I grab my dice bag and character model from my counter, my phone starts to buzz.

<Girlfriend coming over tonight. Spreader bar or rope? Can't decide.> The text reads. I grimace. It was a friend of mine from Fetlife, the BDSM quasi-forum quasi-social media site that I'm on frequently. Also, it was a total brag.

<Spreader Bar. You've told me you're shit at rope 8 billion times. You don't want to embarrass yourself do you?>

<Rude.>

I laugh and tuck my phone back into my pocket, as well as my DnD gear into my backpack. My car is back out of my driveway because I can even get the inevitable knock on the door from Jess asking if I was SURE that I didn't want to go. Yes, I was sure, dammit. I had enemy strongholds to invade and levels to gain!

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