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“Wow, so…this is cute!” Adam exclaimed amiably, looking around as Mila shut her door behind him.
“Heh, well it’s…it’s just my little nest,” Mila replied, turning the lock. She took a couple extra moments to stare down at her doorknob, as her wet hair dripped onto the metal. Her stomach lurched uncomfortably. Why had she brought him back here to her place?! Why hadn’t she suggested they go to his apartment? It was all well and good to daydream about Adam actually being there, in her living room, but now that he was actually here, Mila felt a crushing wave of anxiety threaten to overwhelm her. What would he think of her place? Did she have nerdy, tacky taste? Would he feel trapped? Did it smell ok in here!?
“Well it’s totally you!” Adam declared, going up to the posters Mila had on her wall. “Mmhm, loving the Studio Ghibli poster…and with the Japanese letters too! Is that, uhm…hold on, wait, let me guess…is that My Neighbor Totoro?”
“Yeah it is!” smiled Mila, feeling a strange rush of reassurance. She hadn’t expected him to guess correctly…and in any case, he wasn’t making any faces, or seeming like he was straining to stay positive. She figured that meant her place probably smelled ok.
“And of course you’ve got The Hobbit here,” Adam continued, going on to the next one. Mila stole a glance at his butt, which was looking quite shapely in those stylish jeans he had on. She felt a pang of longing, but easily held herself back, almost laughing internally at the brazenness of her arousal.
“I actually thought, uhm, that the first two movies were pretty good!” Mila said, “And I really liked that poster there — Gandalf next to Bag End, you know? With the dark clouds on the horizon. Like, calming and ominous at the same time.”
“I totally get it,” nodded Adam appreciatively, moving on to yet another poster. Mila was beginning to think that he was just humoring her now, but she played along regardless. “Aaaaand it goes without saying that no Mila residence would be complete without some stylish anime!”
“Heh, well you know me,” Mila chuckled, trying to sound casual, “I love my anime.”
“What’s this of?” asked Adam, stepping closer to look at the image of a strong, spiky-haired young man staring intently at the viewer. “I don’t think I’m familiar with this one.”
“Oh yeah, it’s…kind of obscure,” Mila answered, blushing a little. “It’s Kongō Banchō, by Nakaba Suzuki. I really like his style.” She had just remembered the four beers she had in the fridge, and was looking for an opportunity to offer one to Adam, so she could drink one too. Her nerves were starting to get to her.
“Huh, cool…” pondered Adam, looking at the poster, “I like it too.”
A few silent moments passed, and Mila began to feel increasingly anxious. She didn’t know what to think — did Adam think things were getting awkward already? Or was he just cool checking her place out?
‘He’s just chilling, Mila…just chilling,’ she told herself desperately. bursa eskortlar That reminded her of the beers, and she spoke up, a little louder and more abruptly than she had intended to:
“Hey! Uhhh, I got a few beers in the fridge! Want one?”
Adam turned around from the wall to face her. His eyebrows had gone up, and Mila had to deal with the horrible thought that she had just made an awful mistake. Was it suggestive, bringing up drinking with him? Was it basically the same thing as her saying, ‘Hey let’s get rid of the inhibition so I can make a pass at you?’ She felt herself tensing up inside. This kind of anxiety couldn’t go on for much longer without her visibly showing it in her appearance and behavior.
“Hmmm, a beer…” Adam mused out loud, putting his hand up to his chin. “Haha, you know, it’s funny…I know we’re in college and everything, but I…I haven’t actually had a drink yet since I’ve been here.”
“Oh…y-you…really?” stammered Mila, getting red in the face. Now she felt like some of delinquent; and she was shocked that someone as sociable and popular as Adam hadn’t been drinking. Sure, they were both technically “underage,” but no one really paid attention to those rules, especially in college.
“Haha yeah,” chuckled Adam, almost apologetically, “And it hasn’t been because I’ve, you know…turned into some kind of puritan or something, haha…I just, I guess with all the soccer practice and training and all, I haven’t really had the stomach for it.”
“Oh right, right, all your training!” exclaimed Mila, nodding her head quickly. “Haha wow, I forgot…you’re probably on a strict, uhm…you know, diet or whatever, especially since you said your uhhh…your season’s about to start. And here I am, trying to make you drink! I’m sorry, Adam, forget I ever said anything.”
“Haha, no, no, it’s not that big of a deal, actually,” he laughed good-naturedly, holding his hand up. “Our season doesn’t start until next week and…well, even though our coach warned us that he better not be hearing about us going out to bars, I think…heheh, well, this is a little different. We’re just here at your apartment!”
“Y-Yeah…yeah…” Mila replied. She was just going along with whatever he was saying at this point. Being reminded of Adam’s athleticism had caused her eyes to go up and down his body again. God, he was just so…so nicely put together…such nice arms…tasty muscles…broad shoulders…she badly wanted to see his bare legs, but his jeans prevented that…still, though, she could see the outline of his perfect butt…a big butt, especially for his frame…she felt herself getting a little weak in the knees, as she felt a tingle of electricity between her legs.
“And anyway, what better way to pop my, uhhh…my alcohol cherry than with Mila Rainsly over a nice little game of D he just shrugged a little with his lips pursed in a kind smile, as if to say, ‘Well, what’s wrong with being nice?’ Mila didn’t know what to bursa bayan escort make of his reaction…whether he was admitting that he was just hummoring her, or whether he had just decided not to further engage her insecurities. The two possibilities clashed in her head, and she pushed them all away, taking another healthy swig of beer. She was so tired of always stressing out about all this stuff. Jesus, she had Adam here — why not just enjoy it?!
“Ok so…so yeah, I’ll be the sorceress,” she continued, barreling ahead, feeling the brave kick of the alcohol in her brain, “And how about you?”
“Hmmm, good question,” mused Adam, looking from figure to figure. “So many good choices here…haha, look at the detail on these! You carved little runes in the monk’s staff…the knight has a little kerchief wrapped around his neck…”
“From his courtly-love princess in a faraway land,” explained Mila proudly.
“Haha of course!” laughed Adam. “And look — you even gave the ranger a perfect little green cloak…with a hood and everything!”
“Heh, yeah, I made that out of this, like…special fabric I got at the store,” Mila replied. “It kinda took me a minute to get the dimensions right, since I can’t sew for shit…I–I mean…yeah, I can’t sew.” Mila had stopped herself for a moment after saying “shit,” since she usually didn’t use that kind of language. But she was drinking a little, and was feeling more relaxed by the second. Why not let loose a little? Besides, Adam obviously didn’t mind.
“Well you could’ve fooled me!” he declared, picking up the ranger and examining it closely. “This thing fits him perfectly!”
“Yeah, it’s supposed to be a waterproof cloak that protects him from the rain, the wind…you know, the elements,” Mila nodded. “Which is important because he’s outside all the time, snooping around the dark forests, carrying out all kinds of…um, all kinds of…”
“Missions?” offered Adam helpfully.
“Yeah! Missions and…you know, reconnaissance and stuff,” Mila continued. She leaned slightly into the table, looking across to Adam. She knew he hadn’t asked for the backstory, but he really did seem to enjoy her D&D set, and after all, she had spent a lot of time on it. So why not show it off a bit? This was Adam, after all! She didn’t need to hold back — he wanted to hear it. She shoved down the little chattering, misgiving voices making a racket in her mind, and plowed on ahead.
“I actually have this whole backstory for the ranger,” she explained excitedly. “Like, he’s a…well he’s kind of like Aragorn, from Lord of the Rings.”
“Haha remember, it’s me, Mila,” chuckled Adam, taking a swig from his beer and admiring the bubbles in his bottle before looking back at her humorously. “I know who Aragorn is.”
“Oh, psssshh, of course, silly me!” she exclaimed, smacking herself on the forehead with the palm of her hand, “And I…uhh…yeah…what was I saying?”
Adam laughed and held up the ranger figurine.
“Oh right! Ha, so…the ranger’s kinda like Aragorn,” continued Mila, getting a little red in the face, both from the alcohol and her stumbling over her words. But she was still enjoying herself. “In that he’s…well, he’s technically in line to be king, but he’s chosen exile instead, because the land is ruled by some sort of evil force that’s keeping him from the throne, you know, that’s um…that’s ruling in his place. And so he sneaks around, dispatching, uhh, y’know, bad guys here and there…hangs out in dark taverns in the corner…mysterious character…that kind of stuff.”
“Well now I’ve gotta be this guy,” Adam announced, placing the ranger down next to the sorceress, “With a backstory like that.”
“What? Oh, n-no, no I…I wasn’t trying to box you in,” said Mila quickly. “You can be anyone you want!”
“I know,” smiled Adam, tapping the figurine on the head, “And I’m choosing the ranger. He seems cool.”
Mila stared down at the two figurines, both of them standing next to each other. Her sorceress rose up, tall and proud, clothed in an orange tunic and orange felt boots, with her brown hair tied up in two large, stylish pig-tails. Mila had wanted to give her a slightly-playful, girlish look, designed to disguise her true power. She reasoned that, in the dangerous world of her D&D landscape, most characters would want to “fly under the radar,” so to speak. But, of course, her character could only disguise herself so much, being as tall as she was. Especially compared to Adam’s cute little ranger, she looked huge. The ranger, though, just like the sorceress, had enormous power potential, and Mila had specifically constructed his figurine to look “ordinary.” Being a D&D purist, she wanted the real drama to take place within the game itself. She hadn’t wanted to draw too much attention to the artwork on the figurines.
‘Besides,’ she thought to herself, as she looked down at the two figures, standing side by side, ‘I’m not much of an artist anyway.’ Still, though, she couldn’t help but think that there was something about the way the sorceress and the ranger looked together…something that warmed her heart. It was the two of them — her and Adam — standing together, in a fantasy world, with all these obstacles and challenges in their way, with no one but each other to rely on.
‘Us against the world,’ Mila thought wistfully. But she suddenly registered that Adam had been talking, and she perked up and refocused her eyes on him, shaking her head slightly, like she was awaking from a trance.
“Uhhh…s-sorry, what were you saying?” she asked, a little frazzled. “I…heh, I kinda zoned out there for a second. Getting tipsy I guess…”
“You and me both!” laughed Adam, holding up his bottle and “cheersing” her again. They both took another long gulp, and once they had both swallowed, they looked across the table at each other, grinning. In an instant they burst into laughter.
“Whaaaaat?” chortled Mila, feeling her face go red. “What were you saaaaying?”
“I were saying…” joked Adam, with purposefully bad grammar, “That we should roll some dice to determine the, uhm…the…oh what are they called again?”
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