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quicklog: connie and cris awkward blind date
[The arcade was one of the best nerd caves in town. Kids, dorks, geeks, the ones that never left their house as long as there was a good internet connection, could all be found here. Sometimes there were awesome tournaments filled with shouting, swearing and hugging like they had single-handedly defeated the terrorists with Daytona USA. Sometimes it was quiet, warm and inviting those opposed to reality to just take a moment for themselves. Tonight was one of those nights. Nice and quiet. There were some kids hanging out after school, the regulars who were at their favorite machines and Connie. She knew them all like she knew everyone, in passing with a funny smile and a bad joke. Never to actually make any long term friends, just enough to feel companionship with someone like her for a couple hours.
But, tonight was different. Connie was going on a date and she was actually super pumped.
Connie dressed to impress whatever nerd happened to walk through those arcade doors. It had to be a nerd, right? Because if she was going to be put on a blind date, she was hoping for someone who liked video games. If anyone asked her who her dreamboat dude would be, he'd probably have dyed hair, a lot of muscles and dress a little like a super villain. Most of his humor would be references or puns and he'd be a little ugly, but make up for it with weirdness. Connie liked the weird. She knew that was maybe shooting a little too high, so she adjusted her expectations down to literally anyone who wanted to play games with her. Anyone. At all.
She really wanted to get some of her nervous energy out by playing DDR, but huffing and puffing was a terrible way to make a first impression. So, she watched some boys play Street Fighter and cheered on the one that was probably going to lose. After that, she wandered away towards the front to check out the little plastic prizes she never got around to trying to win. Connie crouched down a little, to get a good look at the sticky slap hand, tapping her fingernails on the glass.] You shall be mine! [She whispered deviously.]
But, tonight was different. Connie was going on a date and she was actually super pumped.
Connie dressed to impress whatever nerd happened to walk through those arcade doors. It had to be a nerd, right? Because if she was going to be put on a blind date, she was hoping for someone who liked video games. If anyone asked her who her dreamboat dude would be, he'd probably have dyed hair, a lot of muscles and dress a little like a super villain. Most of his humor would be references or puns and he'd be a little ugly, but make up for it with weirdness. Connie liked the weird. She knew that was maybe shooting a little too high, so she adjusted her expectations down to literally anyone who wanted to play games with her. Anyone. At all.
She really wanted to get some of her nervous energy out by playing DDR, but huffing and puffing was a terrible way to make a first impression. So, she watched some boys play Street Fighter and cheered on the one that was probably going to lose. After that, she wandered away towards the front to check out the little plastic prizes she never got around to trying to win. Connie crouched down a little, to get a good look at the sticky slap hand, tapping her fingernails on the glass.] You shall be mine! [She whispered deviously.]