His World and Other Ones
“You brought flowers to game night?”
“They were for my girlfriend but her flight was AM, not PM.”
Thane shut the door behind him and tossed the flowers under the coat rack full of orphaned hoodies from this-or-that unplanned party.
“Yeah– we all picked our pieces already. You’re the shoe.”
“Cool. Okay. Where’s Kerry?”
“He’s in his room. His door still doesn’t close all the way, if you wanna have a look at it later.” “Not really.”
None of the doors in the apartment actually closed. Some had gaps at the bottom so the cat could slink around freely. Others could slide into the wall but jammed before they would seal. The bathroom door was just a sheet of aluminum leaning against the frame.
All the cigarette smoke from different brands blended into the common space so it always smelled a bit social.
“You guys know the pit of the avocado is the most nutrient rich part?”
“Greg. Please do NOT put the pits in the Guac again.”
“God damnit. it’s already eleven thirty. Can we please just start– I’m already kind of drunk.”
They needed a bigger place but they decided that smaller furniture was the solution. Halves of couches disppeared into walls, chairs had the legs amputated at the knee, and the only drinking glasses were shot glasses.
With an unrehearsed elegance they all started to settle in; adjusting the lights, cracking fingers, and populating the table with booze (mostly rosé.)
“St. Charles Place… Okay… a 3 story brownstone. The landlord and his family live on the top two floors. His son is a harmless goth in the middle of college applications and works part time at a billiard factory. The tenant on the griound floor is a gay dog walker–”
“The dogs are gay?”
“No. What? No. He’s Gay”
This was Monopoly & Dragons; a clumsy chimera of the traditional board game and a workshop for the underemployed writers who couldn’t afford therapy or a bar tab. They each took turns rolling the mis-matched dice and progressing around the board, improvising a collectively written fantasy as they landed on each space.
“North Carolina Avenue. So. Co-op high rise. The dog walker’s brother lives on the top floor. He got all of the inheritence. Ummm he’s a prominant Cervantes scholar–”
“I call bullshit. I know your sister is reading Don Quixote.”