Y/N x Eddie Munson

Chapter 7 - A Warlock is Never Late

I'm so late. I'm agonising over the clock on the dashboard as my dad pulls into the parking lot, my restless leg starting to cramp from its nervous jackhammering. How do I style this out? Ged will never let me live it down, he's supposed to be grovelling to me. I practically leap from the car when it stops, saying a quick thank you before swinging the door closed and bolting into the school. As I make my way to the backstage area of the auditorium, I can hear the voices of the Hell Fire Club getting louder. Thankfully, Ged is still setting up the board and minis, but everyone is already sat around the table.

"Looks like you might have got stood up lover boy" Gareth teases as Eddie looks at his watch sadness etched in his features.

"Oh on the contrary" I interject trying to make a dramatic entrance as I appear from behind the thick stage curtain, "A warlock is never late, Gareth. Nor is she early. She arrives precisely when she means to." I wink at Eddie as he looks up, his face awash with relief, as I sit beside him getting my binder and dice out of my bag.

"Warlock!" scoffs Grant, "No, you can't be a warlock Y/N"

"Why not?" Eddie pipes up staring Grant down as he slams his hands on the table, his rings clinking on the plastic surface.

"Hey! Watch the minis!" Ged fusses as he picks up the fallen soldiers.

"Warlocks are male witches Munson. Male! That means SHE can't be one. Moron! Not to mention it's not even a class, she's a mage! She needs to use the right terminology if she wants to play with us" He starts to stumble under his own words as Eddie's stare intensifies on him. He hasn't made an attempt to stand up or meet his piercing eyes yet.

"Oh is that right Grant?" Eddie smirks, looking around at the rest of the table, "In case you have all forgot..." he says pushing up off the table to stand up straight, swinging one army boot up on his chair like a captain, "D&D is a FANTASY game! You should all get off you're high horses and stop trying to force conformity on our newest guildmate!" He picks up my character sheet reeling off my stats; "With modifiers like this she could finish a campaign single handedly!" He says back handing the sheet of paper, "How about instead of getting all scrunched up over a word, you work on your own character Grant" He hands the sheet back to me before sitting back down and playfully bumping me with his arm, making me smile back at him.

"Okay, okay. Whatever" Grant grunts "can we just play already?" he pleads looking at Ged.

"Give me 30 more seconds and this masterpiece will be ready" he replies, not making eye contact, grinning to himself, as he sets up something behind the dungeon master screen.

"Hey" Eddie whispers to me, nudging me again.

"Hey" I reply, looking up to meet his gorgeous smile with a slight blush.

"I brought you some snacks for the campaign" he says, producing a bag of popcorn, some beef jerky and a bag of popping candy, placing them on the table between us.

"Life saver!" I beam back at him, in my rush I had completely forgot to bring food.

Soon, our campaign begins with Ged describing the village tavern we find ourselves in, Eddie is a half orc bard. Of course he is! He's so animated as he describes his character to the group, I find myself unable to wipe the adoring smile off my face as he spins the tale of his character's mysterious past. It's so refreshing to see someone so passionate about something like this.

During the many hours of play, Eddie displays classic bard behaviour seducing bad guys with his outrageous charisma stats, "27!" He cheers slapping the table as he gets up for a little victory lap having just successfully charmed the guards to let us in to a dungeon full of loot.