As you follow the weedy alligator down the stairs, you wonder just what you were getting into. Your sharp ears pick the small chatter from below, lively banter. You know your girlfriends on the team would skin you alive if they found out you were hanging out with guys that sounded like they were permanently congested. As you hit the landing you peer over the alligator’s shoulder, an easy feat considering you were a head taller than him. It runs through your mind that would put him at eye-level with your cleavage... ugh, what a time to get self-conscious, DJ!
You see that the whole gang’s here. Sitting at the far end of what looked like a custom-built gaming table, complete with a recessed surface to prevent dice from rolling off the edge, was the host, Wayne. The small, perhaps even smaller than Conner, green dragon could barely be seen behind the print-out on Bristol-board. You stand by your thoughts that if he put on a bit of muscle he’d look fantastic like his older brother. And speaking of the devil...
Gareth Brewster sat beside his younger brother. You remember now that college boys... erm and gals, get out of school mid-April. Luckers. The difference between the two was night and day. Wayne was thin as a rail, his face lacked the brutish, masculine spikes along the brow and chin line that came with ‘draconic puberty’. In many ways, he looked like a plain, run-of-the-mill lizard if it weren’t for the small nubs he called horns protruding from his skull. His brother on the other hand... Gareth was a sophomore quarterback at UCB and a legend at your high school. He was the top pick for Division I schools, but chose to play for UBC. Despite offering full scholarships, he chose to stay close to home to save of expenses. It was a shame that he couldn’t live up to his full potential, but he was happy as can be. His signature, toothy smile was on as he chatted with the nerds sitting around the table. Unlike the small guys, he was a towering presence at the table, easily as tall as you and your brother, Ty, and almost as built, 230 pounds of graceful, shredded bulk. He had swoon-worthy arms, healthy iridescent blue scales shimmering in the slightly dim light of the modestly furnished basement. Broad, proud shoulders barely concealed by his tight black t-shirt, a juicily thick chest and washboard abs, gosh... he could compete with Curtis Wolde for the hottest guy to ever attend you high school. You kind of wish you could see the rest of him underneath the table, you’ve heard he’s... uh, quite gifted in that regard as well, a rumour circulating around the girls was that he was 11” where it counted. Gosh, you wonder how he and Wayne could possibly be brothers. Wayne was small, more lizard-like and the more common green coloration. Gareth, on the other hand, was a paragon of his kind, his blue scales quite the rarity. His bull-neck led to a strikingly handsome face, sharp, angular, masculine features. His brows and chin were lined with thick, spiky scales that gave him almost a barbaric quality. Large, twin horns erupted from his head, a crown of ivory adorned on his regal head. You’ve heard that some draconic-pagan worshippers consider him a god among his kind. Heck, being in his presence, you believe it.
And while they paled in comparison to the hot, older guy in the room, you scan across the table to see the other two guests. Sitting across from Gareth was Fergus Watson, the porcine wild boar. From his rotund and rather greasy appearance, his headfur a mess as well as his unkempt beard-fur, it seemed like the only exercise he did was running to the pantry for more Doritos. He certainly kept quite a bit of snacks ready on the gaming table as is. Okay, that wasn’t quite fair, he was quite the mathlete. Him and Corey Seouk, little brother to hunktastic Tristan Seouk, made quite the pair at regionals. However, your general opinion of him wasn’t helped by the trilby he wore over his ponytail... ugh.
Sitting next to the big ‘neckbeard’ pig, was Rohit Gupta, a chubby, short dhole. He was rather scruffy, though, not quite as bad as Fergus. He was actively making conversation... until you entered the room. Unbefitting of a red dog, he froze the moment he saw you, his jaw locked shut and a nervous expression on his face. It’s like he’s never talked to a girl before.
“Whoa, a girl,” a weak, thin voice says, followed by a swift thunk. You look away from the nervous red dog to see Wayne nursing his forehead, Gareth holding his fist above the nerd’s head.
“C’mon, bro, not cool,” Gareth snarls. Whoa, his voice was smooth as silk, deep and sonorous. You know why all the girls remember him fondly. You have to resist with all your might the urge to walk up and touch those huge arms. You almost let out an audible squeal when he turns to you. “Hey.” Whoa, Gareth Brewster just talked to you.
“Hi,” you squeak. You hear Conner let out a small groan. Was it that obvious you were crushing on the hunk of a blue dragon?
“Uh… hey guys,” Conner pipes up, the alligator looking a little flustered. “So… uh, this is DJ.”
“Deanna-Juliet Shaw,” Fergus grunts. “Junior. Track team, shotput.” Oh, this guy thinks he’s got you down pat. You glance at the dhole beside the boar, the poor guy still frozen.
“Shotput?” Gareth asks. He brings a hand up to scratch his chin, perhaps out of curiosity or maybe to size you up. “Damn, I guess a Shaw would be good at that.” You blush, unsure if that’s a compliment. You’d like to think it was one… You’d also like to melt in Gary’s arms, laying your head on his thick chest. You stop yourself in your thoughts, this is what got you into trouble with that jerk, Curt.
“I guess,” you whimper. “Uh, hey guys, nice to meet you all.”
“So, uh, just a heads up guys, prom is really boring,” Conner coughs, taking a seat next to Gareth.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on going next year anyways,” Fergus snorts as he organizers his cue cards full of spells. You guess he’s the wizard in the group. You’re a polite gal, you didn’t have it in you to inform him that probably no girl would want him to take them anyways.
“Is that why she’s here?” Wayne asks.
“She is right here,” you huff. You see both the scalie guys in your grade blush.
“Hehe, well, DJ and I were bored at the dance, told her about D&D and she wanted to come,” Conner blurts into the silence.
“Okay, I’m cool with it,” Gareth says with a knockout smile.
“I guess DJ can observe,” Fergus pipes up. Thanks, you guess?
Rohit nods, the dhole having not said a single word since you arrived.
“Sure. I mean we could start a character for you. But you’ll be level 1 and this is a level 20 mission, you’re very likely to die and-”
“That’s okay, Wayne, I can just sit and watch,” you interject.
“Very well,” the green dragon replies curtly.
“Hey you can be on my team!” Gareth offers, shaking his dice out of his dice bag. “I’m taking over for Corey’s character since he stopped playing anyways. Jinsoo Quel’krek, half-orc paladin who worships the blood-god Gorefist.” The blue dragon brings up an arm and gives it a good flex. Oh yeah, that thing had to be 20”, at least. Gods, he’s so beautiful. You take a look around, Fergus seems okay with the suggestion. Rohit’s still looking at you nervously. But Conner looks a little… downtrodden, after all you his his guest.
“Um, if it’s okay, I was thinking me and Conner could be a team. He’s told me all about his drow fighter…” you start. You see the alligator’s eyes sparkle a bit.
“...Drotz Do’Kurten,” he finishes your sentence, a little excitement in his voice. Heck, he looked positively giddy.
“Yeah,” you assent.
“Ahem, but first,” Gareth says, “You guys should probably get out of your nice clothes.” You take a look at your outfit and realize your prom dress might not be the most comfortable thing to hang out in, and Conner looked like he was swimming in his ill-fitted suit.
“C’mon, Con, you can borrow one of my shirts,” Wayne says, standing up.
“And I probably have some old clothes that’ll fit you, DJ,” Gareth adds. “Hey, Ferg, why don’t you get Conner and DJ sodas?” The big lug punches your shoulder, like you were one of the guys before herding you up the stairs.
As you make your way up to the second floor, you wonder just what hunky Gareth has in mind for clothes...
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