funny red sheet

“The what?” Valerie frowned, the odd wording the man used throwing her off. Turning back around to face him, she watched him practically stumble around the place with his eyes glued to the screen. “What the hell is that? Some sort of a disease?”

“Lapras,” he repeated, staring at the other girl as though it were obvious what he was doing. Frowning, he shook his head furiously. “What? No! It’s - it’s a pokemon.” He waved his phone, the screen displayed with Pokemon Go on it. “It’s a game,” he said with a laugh, shrugging. “I know it sounds stupid, but... Well I figured while there’s still some service, I may as well spend my time doing something fun rather than stressing out. What are you doing up here?” 

Darcy had no intention of dating. Not with her history, not with the past year, but she figured the easiest way of meeting people in East End would be through Tinder. She didn’t use facebook too often, but even if she did, it’s not like she’d know any of her neighbors names in order to do some cyber stalking. But Tinder, this app found people by location, and if she just looked for people in a 10 mile radius, that was how she’d maybe find some people her own age, who weren’t only talking to her from the other side of her desk. It’s not that she didn’t like her clients, but she wanted some interactions outside of work. She wanted friends. She craved friends. She had spent that last year held up in her parents house, sulking and ignoring the world. Now she just wanted to find some people to spend the weekends with, or grab a few drinks with at the bar. Was that too hard to ask?

So for the past few days, she had swiped right on almost everyone she saw, unless they were downright creepy in their profile. She probably should’ve thought twice on how willingly she was matching with people, because she had gotten a number of unsolicited dick pics and down right offensive messages, but that’s what the unmatch button was for. When Christopher had messaged her, he seemed harmless enough, and the few messages they sent back and forth were sweet enough that she figured he’d make a good acquaintance in this town. Maybe even a good friend if this meet up went well. 

Pushing through the front door of the bar, Darcy was ready for a large glass of wine. She had a long day, had a tough case brought to her, and wanted to wash it all away with a nice red. And hopefully some carefree conversation. Catching the eye of the taller man at the bar, she sent him a polite smile as he waved. “Yeah, Darcy. Nice to meet you Kit.” Interesting nickname, she wasn’t sure she’d ever heard that before given his full name. “You too. Honestly, it’s nice to talk to anyone that’s not my landlord, my boss, or my cat.” She flagged down the bartender and quickly ordered her drink before turned back to Kit, letting her blazed drape over the back of the chair. “So you said you were a graphic designer? Right?”

Kit tried to keep his cool. While East End had an unrighteous amount of good looking people, he was usually able to handle himself in front of them. That being said, Darcy was different. It was like she was his personal brand of “hot person that makes you forget what you were saying”, which wasn’t exactly what you wanted when you were meeting for drinks and trying to make a good first impression. That’s why it was a good thing they met via an app - messaging a bonafide goddess was a lot easier than talking face to face with one. He had time to think, he had time to make sure he wasn’t coming off as an idiot. In person was different. He could only pray that he could retain some semblance of cool. It wasn’t every day a four went out with an eleven. 

Sweaty hands clasped a beer and he took a long sip, hoping the alcohol would calm his nerves. “Well I can’t say I’m much more interesting than your cat, but I’ll try my best to be a better conversationalist,” he laughed. He nodded to her question, sitting up straighter and almost looking more proud. “Yeah. I’m the art director for the design department at a start up. We specialize in mobile apps, specifically the GoFetch shelter animal app. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it, it’s kind of up and coming. It’s a lot of fun to work on. But enough about that.” He shook his head before motioning towards her. “You’re a lawyer, that’s really awesome. If you don’t mind my asking, what made you decide to pursue a career in law?” He pulled the beer back to his lips, keeping his eyes on her. What was it that the nuns always told him and the others? Eye contact was like, important or something?

Remi: exactly! and everyone will be so thankful, so their own characters can eat the hearts of men and drink champagne. cheers!

Remi: ok ok. whats your drink of choice? beer? and cheetos?

Remi: but im soooo tempted now. we could find your soulmate!

Kit: I’m a classy broad, it’s either cheap ass wine or nothing. but beer’s good too, I really can’t complain. tbh you could bring caprisun instead of alcohol and I’d still let you into my home.

Kit: flamin hot cheetos. xxtra flamin hot.

Remi: if there is anything against it in the handbook we need to write an angry letter!!!

Remi: im 900% sure i will still be your friend. should i bring snacks? alcohol?

Remi: ok so don't write it on the bathroom wall at sense 8 and say call for a good time?

Kit: lol hey maybe if it’s convincing enough, it’ll become a rule in the sixth edition 😂

Kit: obviously you should bring both. didn’t your mommy teach you that you’ve always gotta bring snack and beverage to a play date? c’mon now.

Kit: I really should say don’t... but I’m kinda curious about the calls I’d get.

Kit: maybe that’ll be my and my future somebody’s meet cute.

Remi: so should my character be like, an elf? or a princess? or an elf princess?

Remi: are there limitations? can she like, eat the heart of men for brunch and swallow it down with champagne?

Remi: it's remi, btw. i got your number from cordelia. hopefully that's ok?

Kit: for sure can be an elf, and we can work out a royalty backstory. can’t say I’ve ever heard of a dnd character who age the heart of men for brunch with a side of champagne but there’s always a first for everything. I’ll have to see if there’s anything against it in the handbook.

Kit: every race and class has limitations, as well as the setting. it’s a lot easier to go over in person, but character creation can take a while. we’d have to set aside a whole afternoon. you’ll get to decide if you really wanna be friends after that lol

Kit: totally fine, so long as you don’t prank me by attaching this number to a craig’s list ad for a new phone sex company or anything of the like!

“Damn, so much for playing it safe then.” The brunette let out a small fit of laughter as she looked over at Kit. She was never opposed to anything he had to offer, really. And with everything, she liked being surrounded by people mainly because it made her feel less alone. “You’ll at least try to protect me right? Or is there just no hope for me?” She mused. “Nah, I don’t mind in the slightest. Don’t know about the other girls but hey, majority rules here and I get it’s at fifty-fifty right now but we’re still the majority for no other reason than because I said so.” 

“Unfortunately, there’s no hope for you... But I guess I can play it a little easy on you. Call it roommate perks or something. Just, y’know, don’t let it spill that I’m gonna be so generous with you.” He winked at her, his grin growing. He was glad Cordelia was so willing to go along with some of his more ‘nerdy’ plans. They shared a love of art, as well as similar backgrounds, but Kit was sure his fanboy side could be... A bit much for even his closest of friends. Though if it were so, she hardly showed it. “Right, exactly. I mean, if anything we can pull the whole ‘orphans who never had friends come over for parties’ card on them. They’ll have to bend in that case, right?” 

“I’m sure some people are still sensitive over it, but I’m not so you’re in good company.” Granted if he made the same joke towards a Debonair, his chances of walking away unscathed were far less likely. “Like the kids on Stranger Things. Yeah, I’ve got Netflix.” Lenore herself had never played or ever felt an inclination, but at least she sort of knew what he meant. “If you wanted sexy vampires, we’ve got a whole town filled to the brim with them, you know. You don’t have to resort to board games to find one.”

A frown tugged at his lips at the mention of actual sexy vampires. While a lot of the people he’d come to learn, or suspected, were the undead were definitely attractive, he didn’t want to become any of their paramours. Or personal feeding bag. Probably the same thing in their world. “Something tells me vampires won’t take very likely to roleplaying games,” he said, quirking a grin. “It’d probably be like trying to teach your grandpa how to use the internet.”