Time for… Mark and Arnie! This one should be fun. Next week I have to figure out if I’m going to try to squeeze into the timeline I set up or retcon the crap out of Mark and Chelsea’s meet cute. Also, the game day went from Bill’s house to Jenny’s. Bill and Jenny are married or something. Just roll with it.
~Richard
Arnold hummed to himself as he pulled into Bill’s driveway. He grabbed his army case and cider from the passenger seat and hopped out of the car. He let himself in and followed the familiar path into the kitchen, something spicy wafting out towards him.
“How’s it going, guys?” he asked. “Oh, you must be Pete!”
He’d never seen the guy leaning over the counter before. He was stirring a crockpot full of something orange, and he turned to face Arnold.
“Yeah. Arnold, right?” he closed the pot and held out a hand. Arnold set his cider on the counter and shook it.
“That’s me. Nice to meet you.”
Pete glanced at the beer and smiled. “Oh, cider. That’s fun. I was afraid I’d have to pick between six flavors of Pinesol.”
Arnold laughed. “Yeah, Bill and the guys like their IPAs. What’d you bring?”
“Salsa-queso chicken. Super easy, three ingredients, pretty tasty. Goes good with tortilla chips.
Arnold looked down at it. “My fiancée makes something similar. Hers is a little thicker though.”
“Yeah, it depends on how long you cook it for and stuff. Some people tell me it’s a soup, but it’s supposed to be more of a dip.”
“Well, I’ll have to have some in a little bit. Where are the other guys?”
“They’re out back taking a hit. You want to go out?”
“Nah, I’ll stick with the cider,” he put his army box case on the table and started unpacking. “What do you play?”
“I dabble. I brought Hellborne today.”
“Summon or sacrifice?”
“Summon. Sacrifice is boring in big games, you spend three quarters of the game waiting instead of only half like one vee one. What’ve you got?”
“Betrayed Paladins.”
“Nice! Do you roll an Ex?”
“Of course. Spent like a week on him.” He fished the model out and passed him over to the new guy, showing off the wyvern on his breastplate.
Pete whistled. “Nice detail on the crest. I wish I could get texture like that.”
“Thanks. It helps that it’s freaking huge. Those tiny summons are a pain to do detail on.”
“They are, I had fun with this summoner though.” He passed over a model of a woman in a blood colored chainmail bikini with firey whips.
“Was this a succubus?”
“It was, but Ariel found a nicer one and printed me one so I decided to do a conversion.”
“Cool work turning the whips into fire.”
“Yeah, that was a pain. Worth it, though. Gotta keep those Geminis in line.”
“Ughhhh, are you going to make me kill them like fifty times?”
“Only if I want to lose. I should go for at least sixty or seventy in a game this size.
Let’s see if Jaden gets this up tonight or is too busy playing her mouse clock board game…
Jayden did get it up tonight, ha!
Jayden will be back tomorrow, and I’ll see you all next Sunday!
J R Vincente 