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Jasen looks at Trent and Trent gives him the 'dude, you get it' look. Jasen stands from the table Ron and Daisy follow him with their eyes while
Trent busies himself behind his GM screen. Opening the door Jasen is surprised to find his friend's freckled face standing in front of him.
“Dude, Jeremy, what are you doing here? I though Satan's Blacksmith had a show tonight?”
“Cancelled man. Pipes burst or some yadda, I don't know. Rescheduled for next Saturdy night, so I can play next week too!”
“Cool man, well, come on in we got pizza on they way chips are in the kitchen soda, beer, dice on the table.” Jasen gestured to the table leading
his friend into the apartment he shares with Trent.
Jermey, going to the kitchen, says, “Wheres the old lady Ron?”
“Bah, left her at home. Man, you know she actually tried to talk me out of coming today? Tried bribing me with fellatio, as if blow jobs are more
important than roleplaying, I mean, I'm a nerd for chrissakes.” He shakes his head and glances askance at Daisy who is gripping the bridge of her
nose between her thumb and forefinger and shaking her head slowly, blonde hair swaing with the motion. “What?” he asks looking at Daisy.
“We don't want to hear about your fellatiatory exploits Ron.” she says with a sigh.
“Well maybe you don't,” says Jeremy taking his place at the table and chewing a mouthful of the sandwhich he now grips in his left hand. “Me,
I'm a fiery readhead and I love hearing about Ron's, what did you call it Day?”
“Fellatia-” she begins.
“Fellatiatory exploits,” Jermey picks up, “so please, Ron, continue.”
“Well that's about it actually, we got into a fracas and she threatened to burn my comics at which point I threatened to burn her, things got ugly
so I just left. God, I love that crazy bitch. Excuse me for a sec.” Ron says standing from the table. He pulls his phone from his pocket and heads
to the front porch.
“Ah,” says Jeremy, “young love.”
They all laugh.
“So, where are we?” asks Jeremy.
“Well,” answers Trent at length, eyes darting from Jasen to Daisy, “the party is looking for something.” He says like it's a question.
“What are we looking for?” Asks Jeremy, “What?” A moutful pause, chewing, “Why are you guys looking at me? I got a bat in the cave
“Angulf.” Says Trent.
“What?” Says Jeremy.
“The party is looking for Angulf, Jeremy.”
“What!” He screams in mock horror. “Well, what did I get myself into this time?”
“Well,” Trent draws the word out “you remember the Ghastlord's Tomb?” Jeremy nods in affirmation, “Well you guys found it cleared the
dungeon and located the statue of Rylzorin and took it back to Benrael,”
“Oh, that wizard guy.” He says wagging his index finger at Trent. “See, I remember.” Jeremy says grinning around his sandwhich.
“Right, the scholar-wizard. He gave you guys a fat purse of gold pieces. The party thought it would be a good idea to buy a few skins of Dragon
“Ohhhh, I think I see where this is going.” Says Jeremy interrupting.
“Yeah,” continues Trent, “well you guys got the mead and went off to camp in the woods like usual. So, everyone gets good and drunk and Angulf
wanders off into the forest to pee.”
“I can see that happening.” Says Jeremy nodding.
“Well, while Angulf was in the woods taking a whiz something snuck up behind you and somehow knocked you out and dragged you off to the south. The
party was following the tracks your abductor left behind when you knocked.”
The Door opens and Ron sticks his head in saying, “Pizza guy.” and closing the door again. Jasen gets up to pay for the pies. Jeremy notices
Daisy watching as Jasen pulls out his wallet and opens the door.
“Tell him.” Jeremy says nudging her.
“Shut up Jerm,” she whisper-hisses at him, “this is not the time.”
Two pizzas slide into the apartment riding on Jasens hand and a fistful of dollars exits with the pizza guy. Jasen makes his way to the kitchen
carrying the pizzas, grins at Daisy on his way.
“See,” whispers Jeremy, “he likes you too.” Jeremy howls in pain as he finishes the sentence. “what the hell?” He says rubbing at the red
pinch mark on his arm. Jasen sits at the table chewing at an itinerant string of cheese still clinging to the motherland of his pizza slice.
“What was that all about?” He asks looking at Daisy.
“Nothing, just Jerm being an ass.” She says glaring at Jeremy, still rubbing his arm where the snake of Daisy's thin knuckles had struck out at
the soft skin of his arm.
“Wuss.” Jeremy mocks.
“Jeremy shut the f##k up!” Daisy's face is turning red. She accidentally glances at Jasen, and her heart kicks when she sees him glaring at
Jeremy like, 'dude knock it off.'
“She seems pissed Jerm,” he says friendly enough, “better leave her alone, I lost the dustpan last week and I'm not sure I want to ruin my
vaccum cleaning bone and ash off the floor after she torches your ass.”
“Thank you Jase,” Daisy says still scowling at Jeremy, “some people.” She mutters looking away from him.
“Any time Days.” He says giving Jeremy a friendly slug to the upper arm, “somebody has to keep you from killing this idiot.”
“Bah,” scoffs Jeremy. “if only you knew.”
“Dammit Jerm, you are hopeless!” Daisy hollers, shooting from the table. She storms off and goes down the hall, into the restroom.
Jeremy chuckles and says, “That time of the month?”
“Ass-hat.” Says Jasen.
Jeremy just laughs. Though it truly irks Jasen when he picks on Daisy.
“You might want to be more nice to her Jerm. After all it's Tallenhare thats leading us to you, Days might just decide she needs to go back to
Valiswood to visit some heretofore unmentioned relative. Just saying.”
Jermy just grins, “Angulf can handle himself.” He says.
From behind the GM screen Trent laughs maniacally and begins wringing his hands like an evil-doer would. “You really think so Jerm? I'm sure we
can convince Daisy to let you try.”
Before Jermey can answer the front door clicks open and Ron comes back in, “Women.” he says. In a Gruff but hearty tone.
“Tell me about it.” Says Jeremy sounding exasperated, grinning his wicked grin.
Ron looks slightly confused then notices Daisy is absent. “Where's Days?”
“Bathroom.” Jeremy and Jasen say almost in unison.
Trent looks up and says, “Jasen, what is Vensen's AC?”
“Ummm,” Hums Jasen shuffling the pages of his character sheet, “twenty-two.” he says finding the front page.
“Paper users,” says Jeremy, “so much clutter, that's why I use this,” he says pulling out his tablet computer, “so much simpler.”
“Hey, man,” says Jasen, “I like to keep it old school.” Ron's fist darts across the table and hovers in front of Jasen for an insatnt before
Jasen returns Ron's fist-bump.
“Word, homedawg.” Ron says, and all present laugh.