You'll play this RPG with Tammy, just not at her house.

You're not sure whether it was possible to say no to those fluttering eyes. Well, it wasn't like you had real plans for the evening anyway. "That actually sounds pretty nice Tammy, but..."

The little blonde nerd looks almost hurt, apparently thinking that an ellipsis was the end of a conversation.

"...I don't exactly feel like spending a few hours in your basement. Is there some kind of gaming store we could go to instead?"

With the second half of your statement, Tammy's eyes light up from behind the huge circular glasses she had on, and she says, too loudly to her obnoxious friend, "He said yes! We just have to go to 'Dungeoneer's' instead of my basement!"

"Holy crap! Nice going!" The other clueless geek shouted back, seemingly unaware that everybody could hear her. Your cheeks tint somewhat pink, noticing that the shrieks had called unwanted attention to you as well. Rubbing your face with one hand, you think, 'I guess this is what I'm willing to put up with today.'

As you're in the middle of bemoaning a descision you'd probably have enjoyed in other circumstances, Tammy walks a little bit too close to you for comfort, and asks more civilly, "Wait, Sam? Do you know where Dungeoneer's is?"

You're stunned briefly by her socially awkward proximity as well as her reasonable volume, and blurt out the words of a true genius, "Uhhh.."