Page 17 of See You Sometime
Shit.
Okay, Subway, it is.
Also meant he wouldn’t be able to change into shorts and a T-shirt, but this kind of development was why he carried his D&D stuff with him. He knew eating fast food wasn’t good for him, that too much take-out would catch up with his waistline if he wasn’t careful. Still, he was starting to wonder if there was even a point to worrying about his weight. He was six seven and blessed with a rather slender frame, so genetics worked on his side in that respect, but he was starting to edge up a little on the bathroom scale.
Salad.
He swung through a Publix instead and grabbed one of their pre-made salads and a small fresh fruit bowl for dinner. He would end up arriving at Grant and Darryl’s somewhat early, but he knew they’d be home and not mind if he did.
The D&D gang didn’t have to knock on Tuesday nights. They left the door unlocked and told everyone to come on in. Still, when he opened the front door, he called out.
“It’s me.”
“Hey, me,” Susie called from the kitchen. “We’re in here.”
He dropped his stuff by the hallway and took his food back toward the kitchen. It looked like they’d just sat down to eat.
Axel held up his bags. “Mind if I join you?”
“Sure.” Darryl got him a glass of iced tea. “Running late from work, huh?”
“No, yesterday at work was a clusterf—eh, a mess.” At the last second, he’d remembered Kyle sitting there. Yes, the kid was old enough to hear swearing, and sometimes the occasional F-bomb dropped during one of their games. Still, Axel tried to keep his own mouth PG-13 around the kid.
He explained the server issues. “But at least I got the maps finished. So, yay that.”
“Hope you don’t mind we potentially picked up a new permanent party member Sunday night,” Grant said.
“Who?”
He grinned. “It’s a surprise.”
“Huh?”
“You’ll see.”
“Okay, whatever. I’ve got a couple of NPCs they can choose from, if they want. Or we’re still early enough in this campaign we can help them roll up a new character and work them in.”
“So what’d you do this weekend?” Darryl asked.
Axel shrugged. “Cleaned the house. Washed my car. Yard work.” He circled a finger in the air. “You know me, I’m a regular party animal.”
* * * *
Skye nervously stopped by a Publix on her way to Grant and Darryl’s. She wanted to make a good impression on anyone else there tonight.
She picked up two different kinds of cookies to share, as well as a six-pack of Angry Orchard for herself. She’d maybe drink two of the hard ciders there, then could bring the rest home, where she’d have to engage in a Thunderdome death match against her dad to keep him from drinking them. They were his favorite, and her mom wouldn’t buy them for him.
Well, Skye couldpretendshe hadn’t bought them to share with him.
That would mean her mom wouldn’t get mad at her for leaving them around.
Not that her dad was a lush or anything, but her mom had been harping at him about his blood pressure and had made him cut down to one glass of wine on Saturday nights.
Tonight, Skye was looking forward to relaxing with her old friends and making new ones. In some ways, it was still hard for her to get a mental grip on the dynamic Grant’s triad now had. In retrospect, she could totally see it. The three had been really close in high school, and yeah, Grant was a Dom, even back then. And she’d known poly people up in Pennsylvania, too, so it wasn’t like she was shocked or anything. Just…it was unexpected, to her, with those particular three people.
Darryl being homoflexible hadn’t pinged her radar. Or Grant being bi.
Good for them for finding each other.
