Wisteria (Eddie x Chrissy) ST

Selfish

"So, what did you think?" Eddie turns down the music and throws her a quick look before turning back to the road.

"I had a good time." Despite the mess that took up most of the day, it was a pretty good evening. More so than expected. "Probably not as thrilling as a satanic ritual but it kept me entertained."

"Sweet. Wasn't sure if the meeting would bore you outta your mind or not. Color me surprised." He says, sitting up in his seat. "Good thing Grant didn't die. I wouldn't have heard the end of it for weeks. He almost didn't make it last session, either."

"That sucks. If you die, is that it? Do you have to sit out the rest of the game?"

"Not exactly. Someone can get mad and choose to quit—or try to—but there are options. They usually make a new character and I weave them back into the story. Now and then we can pull some bullshit out of our asses to resurrect one or fix 'em up. Depends on the campaign."

'Sounds complicated.'

"I don't get how you guys can remember and keep track of all that." From what she's seen tonight, there are so many rules and details. Most people at school have no clue. The teachers would be so shocked to see how good Eddie is with stuff like that, especially since he's considered a terrible student.

"It's not too bad after you get used to it. We have books to help. You saw them. The Player's Handbook, Master's Guide, Monster Manual. All the rules, stats, classes, blah, blah, blah. Everything you need to play. If you end up..." The sentence falters as he stares straight ahead. "I don't know, a little more curious, I could make a baby side campaign outside of our meetings for you. To try it out. If you're interested, I mean."

'It's kind of cute when he's being a big nerd.'

Chrissy pulls her knees up, letting her arms rest against them. He wants to create a small one for her to try? She can't say no after the way he asked. "Sure, why not? It seems kind of fun." His eyes fly open in surprise. "If it's not a pain in the butt. I don't want you going out of your way. And I'll have a hard time getting it at first. Just a forewarning."

"Don't worry. I think I'll manage." Eddie smiles widely at that. From the way his hands keep fidgeting on the steering wheel, she'd venture to guess he's excited at the prospect.

'This is what he enjoys doing, huh? Playing guitar, drawing, and D&D.'

"Oh, and I have a question." There was a lot tonight that she didn't quite understand. This is all unfamiliar territory. It's going to take time and some patience from both sides to get on the same page.

"Shoot."

"What's a DM?" That's something she wanted to ask back at the meeting but was worried about getting laughed at by the others.

"It's a, uh..." Clearing his throat, he tilts his chin down. Did the question throw him off or is that supposed to be common knowledge? "DM stands for Dungeon Master. Basically, the person who organizes and runs the campaign. That's my role."

"Dungeon Master." She repeats, liking the sound of it.

"What?" Eddie snorts and tries to tame the crooked grin forming. He eyes her from the side with interest, switching between that and watching the road. A hand drops from the steering wheel to grab the open Mountain Dew can nestled between his thighs to take a sip.

"Nothing. Sounds kind of hot." Chrissy giggles and grabs a loose lock of hair, twisting it around her finger. That really slipped out. It was supposed to be 'cool' or 'neat', not 'hot'.

That was a mistake.

The moment the last word left her lips, he chokes on his drink, causing the van to swerve a little too close to the curb. She scrambles over to smack his back before he finally hits the brakes. Stopping halfway over the line at the sign.