After a long walk and a lot of yelling at me later (even though my descriptions of Rachel though slightly gratuitous had not been inaccurate) Ean stomped into his apartment with slumped shoulders. I can’t believe I got sent home to ‘recuperate’, he finally grumbled to no one in particular.
Hey, said JD from where he lounged on the couch, playing Fantasy Fighter. At least you have a job.
Fair enough, Ean said with a wry grin. And a free day off, I guess. If only I had something to do with it.
JD sat up. Easily solved, he declared. I have years of video games to catch up on. Shall we start with some versus Space Strategy 2?
Ean laughed. Yeah, sounds good.
Cool, JD said. He stood up. Now, I don’t suppose you have an extra computer, do you?