Week Fourteen: Tuesday
When: Night
Where: Lesser known Commons Room with great gaming set up
Who: Ray, Ayo, various other npc sorts gaming
Monday passed in a blur of sleeping through classes and up all night selling. Tuesday often passed in the same fucking fashion. Except by the time night rolled around Ray didn’t feel like going to the club and dealing with the bullshit that often ensued. Whiny little shits wanting a free fix, obnoxious music or regulars hounding him. Yeah Ray’s patience wasn’t always that great and sometimes just fucking gaming all night was far more appealing then making some more cash that night. Course with the sort of people he hooked up to game with, he got some business anyways. Win win.
Sometime after last class Ray took over the commons room pretty out of sight and out of mind from the rest of the school. Last thing he needed was a bunch of guards walking past the door time and time again. Sort of killed the fucking mood. The place had a decent set up for gaming, a large ass tv and alright speakers. He could make it far better if he put some effort into it but that was going too far for him tonight. What it had would work well enough and he was cool with that. So was everyone else that ended up showing up. Inviting one gamer always meant inviting fucking 10 or near enough to it. Right now they were going on seven. Uneven number, never good, someone got to watch or something. Sucked to be them.
Drinks were scattered all over the place and bags of chips and various other snacks decorated the place. When they took over a room they sure as hell took over a room. More tv’s had been brought in, wires criss-crossed against the ground, tripping just about anyone that walked in and had no idea what was going on. Or those that did and just didn’t pay any damned attention to where they were walking.
One screen had Halo going. The solo player was mugging some old bitches in grand theft auto. Another had Call of Duty blaring gunfire through the room. Ray, at the moment, was tearing it up in Halo. “Shit shit shit shit shit shit…” tourettes gamer number one had been chanting that for the last ten minutes. Every time he respawned Ray was on him. “By the way…your dead again.” Ray remarked, smirking as the guy shook his controller and turned beat red. Fucking looked like he was damned near ready to explode the way he was going.
“Son of a bitch!” perfect shot to kill another on the red team. “Where the hell did that come from?” the typical gamer banter. Each group had there swears and curses going on. Beneath it all were the mutters of blaming the controller, or an off day, or any other excuse they could come up with to explain why they were sucking ass today. Ray ignored it all, he didn’t need any excuses. He was doing just fucking fine.
“Alright, screw this, I need a smoke break.” Apparently that guy wasn’t capable of playing and smoking at the same time. Pansy. The controller thudded to the ground as he pushed himself to his feet and took his pouted place by the window to smoke. “Sure you don’t need to step outside so that we don’t see your tears?” Ray questioned, leaning back and glancing at the other with a smirk. The guy just flipped him off. Ray laughed and grabbed up his drink. Shit might as well take advantage of the break in game play.
Where: Lesser known Commons Room with great gaming set up
Who: Ray, Ayo, various other npc sorts gaming
Monday passed in a blur of sleeping through classes and up all night selling. Tuesday often passed in the same fucking fashion. Except by the time night rolled around Ray didn’t feel like going to the club and dealing with the bullshit that often ensued. Whiny little shits wanting a free fix, obnoxious music or regulars hounding him. Yeah Ray’s patience wasn’t always that great and sometimes just fucking gaming all night was far more appealing then making some more cash that night. Course with the sort of people he hooked up to game with, he got some business anyways. Win win.
Sometime after last class Ray took over the commons room pretty out of sight and out of mind from the rest of the school. Last thing he needed was a bunch of guards walking past the door time and time again. Sort of killed the fucking mood. The place had a decent set up for gaming, a large ass tv and alright speakers. He could make it far better if he put some effort into it but that was going too far for him tonight. What it had would work well enough and he was cool with that. So was everyone else that ended up showing up. Inviting one gamer always meant inviting fucking 10 or near enough to it. Right now they were going on seven. Uneven number, never good, someone got to watch or something. Sucked to be them.
Drinks were scattered all over the place and bags of chips and various other snacks decorated the place. When they took over a room they sure as hell took over a room. More tv’s had been brought in, wires criss-crossed against the ground, tripping just about anyone that walked in and had no idea what was going on. Or those that did and just didn’t pay any damned attention to where they were walking.
One screen had Halo going. The solo player was mugging some old bitches in grand theft auto. Another had Call of Duty blaring gunfire through the room. Ray, at the moment, was tearing it up in Halo. “Shit shit shit shit shit shit…” tourettes gamer number one had been chanting that for the last ten minutes. Every time he respawned Ray was on him. “By the way…your dead again.” Ray remarked, smirking as the guy shook his controller and turned beat red. Fucking looked like he was damned near ready to explode the way he was going.
“Son of a bitch!” perfect shot to kill another on the red team. “Where the hell did that come from?” the typical gamer banter. Each group had there swears and curses going on. Beneath it all were the mutters of blaming the controller, or an off day, or any other excuse they could come up with to explain why they were sucking ass today. Ray ignored it all, he didn’t need any excuses. He was doing just fucking fine.
“Alright, screw this, I need a smoke break.” Apparently that guy wasn’t capable of playing and smoking at the same time. Pansy. The controller thudded to the ground as he pushed himself to his feet and took his pouted place by the window to smoke. “Sure you don’t need to step outside so that we don’t see your tears?” Ray questioned, leaning back and glancing at the other with a smirk. The guy just flipped him off. Ray laughed and grabbed up his drink. Shit might as well take advantage of the break in game play.