"Dungeons and Dragons is a tabletop role-playing game. It's really complicated and a little hard to explain. All the players have a character they create, with a class and stats, and one person is the narrator and in charge of running the game. He's called the Dungeon Master. And each player rolls a dice to decide the actions of your character and if you succeed in whatever you're doing." A blunt ache flared in his chest at the recollection of countless hours spent in Mike's basement bickering and cheering over their intricate quests. His best friend grinning over the top of his Dungeon Master binder with Dustin and Lucas quarreling as they did in all things to either side. He quickly snuffed the flickering flames of his friend's grins lighting his mind.
The demise of arcade games was a sad thing to hear. Of course, all technology went out of use eventually yet this one held a certain sentimental appeal for Will. But console games were the way of the future and no doubt an incredible new frontier to discover. The teenager was eager to try them all. Regardless of his feelings regarding arcades the proposal of sneaking into an adult establishment amused him greatly. He leveled a stare absolutely brimming with mirthful skepticism at his companion. "A fake I.D.? I look like I'm nine, Hana. They're not gonna believe I'm old enough to be in a bar."
In typical Byers fashion he had ruined the cheer of the moment with his last question. Why must he always infect any space he occupied with darkness? It was a reprehensible gift. Will almost lowered his gaze in shame but stubbornly kept his head up. Empathy sparkled in his over-large eyes even when Hana had finished speaking. She was something of a wonder, this girl. The corners of his mouth turned up at the charming way the other was irrepressibly positive about things which would tarnish anyone's happiness. "I think you've got that I like robots by now. I'd love to see yours. Is it here with you? That seems... kind of big."