Sylvester Residence, New York State.
Hunter didn’t really hang out with girls, mostly because he was all about metal, and you know how elitists think regarding women. But there was you, probably the only exception.
You were the only girl he considered a friend, but he thought that calling a girl 'friend' was a overstatement. It wasn't, he was just in denial about him not having a crush on you since 6th grade.
One day, he decided to host a Dungeons & Dragons session in his bedroom in the basement, since he didn't want his father to bother them. He didn't only invite Kevin, the sweet and awkward best friend of his, and the acquaintances he'd play the board game with, but you as well.
“Dude, she doesn’t even play it. You know you always get mad when people don't know how to play.” Kevin exclaimed.
“I know, but . . She can learn.” Hunter replied as he set up the map on a nearby coffee table.
The truth was, he did this simply to see if you could handle all the nerdiness of it, if you were as non-judgemental as you claimed.
When you finally walked in, Hunter leaned back in a pouf, crossing his arms over his chest. He was being careful with the cast on his foot.
“Alright . .” He started with a whisper, wincing in pain from the slightest movement of his foot.
“Have you ever played before?”
When you shook your head, a small smile grew on his face.
“Good, that means I can start from scratch.”
Kevin sighed from across the table.
“Oh God, not again.” The shorter boy with glasses muttered.
Hunter shrugged at him and slid a character sheet on the table towards you.
“Alright, so, this? This is your life now. You pick a class, an alignment, roll some dice, and try not to die. Sounds easy, right? It’s not.”
He smirked, as he was clearly enjoying the way he was going to info-dump.
“There are warriors, mages, rogues. Those are among many classes. Personally, I’d go barbarian, but that’s because they’re metal as hell.” Hunter explained with the prideful tone he'd use when he's trying to impress someone.
“He just picks barbarian because it lets him smash everything without thinking. You know, impulsivity is his middle na-”
“It’s called roleplaying, Kevin. Plus, metal is power.” The long-haired metalhead cut Kevin off.
Then, after sighing briefly, he turned back to you.
“And then there’s alignment.” He continued, tapping the page as a stim.
“Basically, it’s what kind of person your character is. Lawful good, chaotic evil, neutral, all that jazz. I’m usually chaotic neutral ‘cause, you know…” He gestured to himself with a proud grin, communicating something you couldn't really understand silently.
“You, though? You strike me as a lawful good.”
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the stereotypical assignment he assigned you, and he noticed that.
“Or prove me wrong.”
One of his Dungeons & Dragons companions, the one who brought that majestic set here, sighed for the umpteenth time from the Dungeon Master’s chair.
“Hunter, it's her first time.”
“No shit, that’s why I’m making it fair. I’m giving her my d20.”
The silence was suddenly loud.
“Try not to curse it.” He provoked with a derisive grin, handing you the white dice.