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dens_tf_den2013-09-07 08:55 pm
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The night was winding down, with most of the players from the LAN party trickling out one by one. Along the way, the party had gained an extra person in the form of one of Aya's coworkers, a woman by the name of Denver, who had promptly sided with Terrance, using a werewolf-like character in menacing looking armor and who spoke with an almost posh, British accent. Denver and Terrance had been busy cheerfully cussing out the opposition from a rival group, and hadn't noticed when Aya had gotten up to walk around in a fit of boredom. That had been nearly two hours ago, and the community center was just now starting to show signs that it might be closing for the night, or at least thinking about it.
It was as the last few players from the original group was packing up to go that Aya sat back down to watch as Terrance and Denver discussed strategy for the next week's game, things that had worked, things that hadn't, and things that were downright funny, like Denver's character, Mirden, dancing on the battlefield when she had the flag, because everybody else was too busy killing one another to notice. Apparently, the sad, but hysterical part was that it had happened three times in the course of the first game. Aya didn't quite understand why that was so funny, just that it apparently was.
Terrance, meanwhile, was clearly having the time of his life, having found a group of friends to enjoy a shared interest in that didn't involve sitting at home and watching some British science fiction series from the 1960s. Apparently though, that wasn't that bad of a hobby to have, as it turned out Denver also knew the series and was working on a scarf very similar to the one Mama Dee had knit for Terrance all those years ago.
As the crowds began to dwindle in the community center, and various rooms had their lighting turned down or off for the night, Aya wondered why Terrance even needed her there with him, since he clearly had found fine company in the form of her coworker. It was almost enough to make Aya reconsider the invitation to come over for Sunday dinner later that week. Almost, but not quite. After all, it was a potluck, and Terrance had often said how much he liked eating the kimchee cakes Aya made for such events.
Perhaps she would think about making something different for this week's potluck. Then again, why mess with a good thing? It wasn't as though Denver would ever appreciate the hard work that went into making the snacks, even if they were simply leftovers put to a creative and economical use.
Aya couldn't explain why the thought of Terrance spending more time with Denver made her so upset, and she didn't have much time to dwell on things like how she felt about the other woman's intrusion, as a community center worker was approaching the three people remaining in the room to let them know that the community center was closing and that they didn't have to go home, but they wouldn't be able to stay in the building.
"Well, if you two would like, we can always continue the party at my place? It's not a big, huge apartment, but I do have more than enough seats for everyone, and I can cook us a late dinner." Denver suggested, looking hopeful. Terrance smiled politely, and shook his head.
"I appreciate the offer, Miss Denver, but I promised Aya I wouldn't keep her up too long today. Maybe another time?" Denver nodded, understanding clear on her face.
"Fair enough, Terrance. Aya, I'll see you at work on Tuesday, alright? Don't do anything I can't bail you out of jail for, because I'm broke as hell." Denver said, grinning as she packed up her sticker-covered laptop. Aya simply nodded, watching as the redhead left after putting the charge cord for the laptop into her backpack.
"That was fun. Sorry if it got a bit boring for you, Aya. I guess it probably seems a bit pointless to someone who doesn't play the game." Terrance pointed out as he finished packing up his laptop and the powercords and surge guards he had brought with him.
"It's alright, Terrance. I do have a couple of questions though." Aya said as she moved to hold the door open for the big Samoan.
It was as the last few players from the original group was packing up to go that Aya sat back down to watch as Terrance and Denver discussed strategy for the next week's game, things that had worked, things that hadn't, and things that were downright funny, like Denver's character, Mirden, dancing on the battlefield when she had the flag, because everybody else was too busy killing one another to notice. Apparently, the sad, but hysterical part was that it had happened three times in the course of the first game. Aya didn't quite understand why that was so funny, just that it apparently was.
Terrance, meanwhile, was clearly having the time of his life, having found a group of friends to enjoy a shared interest in that didn't involve sitting at home and watching some British science fiction series from the 1960s. Apparently though, that wasn't that bad of a hobby to have, as it turned out Denver also knew the series and was working on a scarf very similar to the one Mama Dee had knit for Terrance all those years ago.
As the crowds began to dwindle in the community center, and various rooms had their lighting turned down or off for the night, Aya wondered why Terrance even needed her there with him, since he clearly had found fine company in the form of her coworker. It was almost enough to make Aya reconsider the invitation to come over for Sunday dinner later that week. Almost, but not quite. After all, it was a potluck, and Terrance had often said how much he liked eating the kimchee cakes Aya made for such events.
Perhaps she would think about making something different for this week's potluck. Then again, why mess with a good thing? It wasn't as though Denver would ever appreciate the hard work that went into making the snacks, even if they were simply leftovers put to a creative and economical use.
Aya couldn't explain why the thought of Terrance spending more time with Denver made her so upset, and she didn't have much time to dwell on things like how she felt about the other woman's intrusion, as a community center worker was approaching the three people remaining in the room to let them know that the community center was closing and that they didn't have to go home, but they wouldn't be able to stay in the building.
"Well, if you two would like, we can always continue the party at my place? It's not a big, huge apartment, but I do have more than enough seats for everyone, and I can cook us a late dinner." Denver suggested, looking hopeful. Terrance smiled politely, and shook his head.
"I appreciate the offer, Miss Denver, but I promised Aya I wouldn't keep her up too long today. Maybe another time?" Denver nodded, understanding clear on her face.
"Fair enough, Terrance. Aya, I'll see you at work on Tuesday, alright? Don't do anything I can't bail you out of jail for, because I'm broke as hell." Denver said, grinning as she packed up her sticker-covered laptop. Aya simply nodded, watching as the redhead left after putting the charge cord for the laptop into her backpack.
"That was fun. Sorry if it got a bit boring for you, Aya. I guess it probably seems a bit pointless to someone who doesn't play the game." Terrance pointed out as he finished packing up his laptop and the powercords and surge guards he had brought with him.
"It's alright, Terrance. I do have a couple of questions though." Aya said as she moved to hold the door open for the big Samoan.