I used to play D&D weekly. I would meet up with everybody in my friend’s parent’s basement. It always smelled like spilled soda and pizza. Sometime puke as well.
Alcohol-induced role-playing gets pretty interesting sometimes. Psh, what am I saying. Sometimes? No, every session was insane. Our characters would get stuff done in the beginning. Stuff like going to the right place, kinda. Then killing the “bad guys”. But as the night progressed, we would have our characters forget the quest we were on and bother NPCs. Stab a few here, cast a spell on them there…
Now, anyone can tell you that when you have too much alcohol, you can’t really focus on anything. So the game would be put aside and we would just talk. Sometimes we would still talk in character, which made things even harder to understand.
Later in the night the talking would stop and there would just be dancing. What kind of music did we listen to? Some metal or rock… How did we dance to it? Not well. In fact, there was a lot of falling and laughing.
Now, alcohol and me didn’t mix very well back then. So whoever I was dancing with I would start hugging them and get a little too intimate before I had to rush to the bathroom to puke my guts out.
Every week this happened. I never got further than a rubbing hug with anyone. But when the group was smaller… We were just going to play some xbox. The night began with epic war games in a hotel room. It was fun until I started having weird drinks with Italian names.
The games got boring so we went back to our friend’s house. I had had so much to drink by this time, I didn’t notice a few people were gone. They had gone home or something. But me and one other person were still close together. We started making out on the couch, but eventually I had to throw up. I had toooo many drinks.
The next thing I remember is waking up on top of this guy. Our clothes are all on, but both of us are really sweaty. I had a really bad headache. Oh, and did I mention that I had a boyfriend at the time? It wasn’t the guy I woke up on top of, either. The thing is, the guy who was under me had nothing to drink. I don’t remember putting any moves on him.
Feeling like a guilty girlfriend, I told my boyfriend what had happened as soon as I got home. Though, I did neglect to tell him that his “friend” had nothing to drink and I did. So, that relationship was sabotaged. Too bad, too. He was a great role-playing partner ;) (jk, we know what’s going on).
After that D&D was awkward. I was known as the nerd-girl-whore. I’m not sure they actually called me that, but I would… There was nothing I could do, either. They were my only nerd group. Growing up in a small city does that :( My D&D days were over. Until now…