...And in swaggered a man smelling heavily of alcohol and failure, dressed in a tattered lab coat. Jack peered warily at the man over his drink, suddenly reminded off all too many homeless men looking for change and one too many bar fights. The man with the queer stench sat uncomfortably close to Jack, turning to face him like a close friend or a brother. Jack turned to face the man, preparing his usual excuses for not carrying change.
"Just the man I've been looking for" the man announced, his jovial delivery throwing Jack off balance.
"I'm sorry man, you must have the wrong guy" Jack replied, turning back to his drink.
"No no no, mister go-attack-the-castle-without-any-archers, mister noclip-into-the-sky-and-then-drop-me-onto-a-cement-block, mister-" Jack spit out his drink and turned to face the man, whom he now recognized as Dr. Fantastic, his long time avatar.
"Oh shit man, look I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, here I'll get you a drink" Jack gestured to the bartender as he spoke, indicating to pour out some shots.
"You misunderstand sir, I'm not here to seek revenge, I'm here to tell you to play MORE games. You have any idea how boring it's been with you at university all the damn time?" The doctor was up on his feet now, checking his watch "Reckon we could get some Mount and Blade in tonight?"
Jack winced at the thought of another weekend marathon, then knocked the shot glasses into the bartender, killing him, and grew a pair.
