Welcome to another Fiction Friday!
It’s been lovely here, warm weather but not too hot, clear skies and a slight breeze. I’ve had a few odd days at work that have let me take some time to slow down and enjoy the sunshine and I soaked it up like a sponge.
This weekend I’m setting up a cross country DnD campaign (I love my Bard!) and then Sunday it’s all NaNo all the time! I’ve got some catching up to do! Oh, and hub’s studio announced the DLC for Never Alone… yeah, that happened and it looks amazing! If you're unfamiliar with the game, take a look at my article published a few months ago. It’s been a pretty good week all around.
Muse: 642 Things
Prompt: Your character has an unusual first date. With whom, why, and how is the first strange?
Rachel was ready. Her apartment was clean. The games all back in their boxes, the controller cables all wound up, and even her plushie collection was neatly lined up properly on the shelf. The guy coming over was going to love it, and considering she took the day off from raiding with her guild, he better.
She checked her watch and smiled. Five minutes early. Good. She liked punctuality.
Their pizza was eaten, the candles were lit, and her date, Brad, was going on and on about some stock market price thingy.
“So you see why I couldn’t refuse the offer?”
“Sure…” Rachel said with a false smile. “Are you ready to watch a film?”
“Sure, what are the choices?”
Rachel held up two options.
“Really? Avengers and Monty Python? Don’t you have anything… normal?”
Rachel seethed. “Alright.” She placed the DVDs back down and picked up the dishes to carry them into the kitchen.
“Where are you going?”
“Oh, nowhere, just cleaning up.”
“Can’t you do that later?”
“A dish slipped, landing against the sink a little harder harder than planned. “Yes of course. I know, why don’t we go out!”
“Great idea, get your coat!”
Brad slid his on and Rachel removed hers from the hook. She followed behind him to the front door. “Do you have everything?”
“Yes. So what do you want to…” His voice trailed off as he exited the apartment and walked down the hall.
Rachel closed the door and locked it, and hung her coat on the hook. Brad’s muffled voice came through the door but she ignored it and popped Monty Python into her system and flopped onto the couch.
“That’s the last blind date Dad is ever setting me up on.”
She put her feet up, grabbed the nearest plushie, and snuggled up for the film.