The smell of the dinner lingered in the air as the attendees got ready for the game. The group of friends were all invited to the condo owned by the only couple amongst them, to participate in a roleplaying horror game that the gamemaster had prepared for them. Ever since Halloween two years ago, this has become an annual tradition for the group of friends but before they get started, they get intoxicated. The sound of cans opening echoes through the room like a symphony of drunkenness, while others step onto the patio to dull their senses with weed smoke. Suddenly, the room no longer smelled like dinner, that smell has been replaced by booze, dope, and sweat. They are ready to play.
The girlfriend sits next to the gamemaster and under the table, their feet occasionally brush up against each other before shifting away. At first, it was harmless but as the game continued their feet would spend more time nuzzled up against each other before slinking away and when their eyes met they couldn't but smile at the playful flirting.
Her boyfriend sat on the opposite side of the table, one chair over, not even aware that his friend and girlfriend were flirting. He was too focused on the game and his drink.
As the game progressed the crowd thinned out as the characters died in the game, until it was only the gamemaster, her, and one other. Then with a climactic battle between the characters and a werewolf, the game ended. Most of the players leave wanting to sleep in their bed, the boyfriend has disappeared into his room and all that remains are the final three players.
The three of them stay up a little longer, chatting about everything and nothing. Then the third wheel retreats to the guest room, leaving the gamemaster and her alone. He goes to the couch while she watches him, her mind full of inappropriate thoughts that she dares not act on.
