[Group][Solace]: But soon, please??
[Group][Orcarella]: friday? we could have dinner.
That had just sort of…happened. And it was a proper proper date. Not just coffee. Which meant he needed to take Kit somewhere. Somewhere classy.
[Group][Orcarella]: we could go to Pizza Express?
[Group][Solace]: I’d love to, but I’ve already signed up for the raid.
[Group][Orcarella]: but its just a fun run
[Group][Solace]: Fun’s important too. Can we go on Saturday?
[Group][Orcarella]: sure. I’ll meet you there at 7?
[Group][Solace]:??????
[Group][Solace]: Are you going to come to the opera?
[Group][Orcarella]: i’m kind of meant to be meeting my mates in the pub
[Group][Solace]: but you just asked me to dinner
[Group][Orcarella]: yeah, but that was a date
[Group][Orcarella]: this is a game
Kit didn’t type anything for a while.
[Group][Solace]: okay, I’ll see you on Saturday
[Group][Orcarella]:♥
[Group][Solace]:??
Chapter Nine
Drew had barely sat down in the Slug and Lettuce on Friday evening before his friends were bombarding him with questions about his big date with the guy from the internet.
Sanee opened with, “So, are you, like, an official gay now?”
“Oi”—Steff poked him in the arm—“we talked about this.”
Drew just rolled his eyes. “No, I’ve got to send in four passport-sized photographs first.”
“Hey,” protested Sanee, “I wasn’t being rude. I didn’t mean gay like lame, I meant gay like gay.”
Tinuviel doubled facepalmed. “Sanee, that’s ableistandhomophobic.”
“I’m just asking a question.”
“No, a question would be something like ‘Did you have a nice time?’ or ‘Did he like your whale T-shirt?’ not ‘How can I best put your sexual identity in a box that I find comfortable to think about?’”
Drew realised that if he didn’t do something now, this would go on all night. “I had a lovely time,” he announced. “He liked my T-shirt, we had coffee, and then went raiding. We downed Lady Bloodrose on the final attempt of the evening.”
“Dude,” said Andy, “you took a guy raiding on a date?”
“No, we were raiding anyway.”