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together afterwards.” He looked so hopeful, like a lost puppy, and I stared back at him, out of practice lying on the spot.
“No, I’m, ah... being completely rude.” I realized Bishop was still on his knees between us, following the conversation with mild interest. “Sorry, Kyle, this is Bishop. Bishop, this is my old friend, Kyle.”
“Hi,” Bishop said with a fair rendition of a friendly smile, rising to his feet and offering a hand.
“Hi,” Kyle started to say, stretching his hand out, but his jaw went slack as Bishop rose to his impressive height. “Wow, you’re... so he’s your...” From the look on his face, I could see he thought maybe Bishop had been proposing or something, having been down on his knees.
“It’s our second date,” I said, my eyes on Bishop, with a teasing smile.
“And you brought him to the comic book store? Brave,” Kyle snorted.
“Actually, it was his idea,” I replied. “He knows what I like.”
“I’m learning, anyway,” Bishop smiled back, the both of us staring at each other, and I couldn’t have said if Kyle was even still there until he spoke again.
“Are you into any books?”
Bishop broke eye contact, turning to reply. “No, I can’t say that I follow any. Though, I did enjoy the Serenity series Dark Horse put out.”
“No kidding, you’re a Browncoat?” Kyle’s brows came up in surprise.
“I guess you could say that,” Bishop replied. “Actually... check this out.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, skipping through a few screens before he held up the pics of him dressed as Mal for the Halloween ball at Vetis.
“Wow, that’s a great cosplay,” Kyle said, impressed. “You definitely pull off the Captain thing.”
“You should see the replica gun he got,” I chimed in. “It’s a thing of beauty.”
“I’d love to,” Kyle nodded with the beginnings of a man crush, from the look on his face. “Hey, do you think you guys are interested in joining a new LARP we’re trying to get together? BSG, the reboot, obviously. I remember you had a cosplay for that already, Anja.”
Had , being the operating word there. It’d been pretty much destroyed during my first introduction to ACBT, the night Evan had died. Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t put something together again, especially with the resources I had now. “Canon or original characters?”
“Strictly original, Battlestar Whitewolf. I’m thinking we’ll meet up on Saturday nights, since Jay’s still running his Hobbit thing on Fridays.”
If we’d left Bishop in the dust, he gave no sign of it. He at least seemed to know what a Live Action Role-play Game was. “Nice. Can we bring real guns?” he asked, and Kyle’s mouth sagged open.
“Ah...”
“He’s kidding!” I jumped in, smacking Bishop’s chest harder than I probably had to, but he didn’t so much as flinch.
“Oh, sure,” Kyle eased, rolling with it. “You should come down, we meet in Dolores Park after dark.”
“BSG is the one with the Cylons, right?”
“Yes, the ones that pass for people, not the toasters,” I nodded.
“Right,” Bishop replied, looking like he was actually considering it. “I’ll think about it. I work nights, so it can be rough to commit. And of course it depends on whether or not my girl here wants to come along.”
It made me smile to hear him call me his girl, even if we were under the guise of our second date. “I think it could be fun, and I’d love to see some of the old gang again.” Not that I didn’t love my new life, but it was getting harder and harder to remember what it was like to be a normal person who didn’t have to go look at eighteen million dollar mansions and try to figure out the logistics of supplying fresh blood for a dinner party.
Bishop scratched at the scruff on his jaw. “I don’t really have any gear for that sort of thing though.”
“I
“No, I’m, ah... being completely rude.” I realized Bishop was still on his knees between us, following the conversation with mild interest. “Sorry, Kyle, this is Bishop. Bishop, this is my old friend, Kyle.”
“Hi,” Bishop said with a fair rendition of a friendly smile, rising to his feet and offering a hand.
“Hi,” Kyle started to say, stretching his hand out, but his jaw went slack as Bishop rose to his impressive height. “Wow, you’re... so he’s your...” From the look on his face, I could see he thought maybe Bishop had been proposing or something, having been down on his knees.
“It’s our second date,” I said, my eyes on Bishop, with a teasing smile.
“And you brought him to the comic book store? Brave,” Kyle snorted.
“Actually, it was his idea,” I replied. “He knows what I like.”
“I’m learning, anyway,” Bishop smiled back, the both of us staring at each other, and I couldn’t have said if Kyle was even still there until he spoke again.
“Are you into any books?”
Bishop broke eye contact, turning to reply. “No, I can’t say that I follow any. Though, I did enjoy the Serenity series Dark Horse put out.”
“No kidding, you’re a Browncoat?” Kyle’s brows came up in surprise.
“I guess you could say that,” Bishop replied. “Actually... check this out.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, skipping through a few screens before he held up the pics of him dressed as Mal for the Halloween ball at Vetis.
“Wow, that’s a great cosplay,” Kyle said, impressed. “You definitely pull off the Captain thing.”
“You should see the replica gun he got,” I chimed in. “It’s a thing of beauty.”
“I’d love to,” Kyle nodded with the beginnings of a man crush, from the look on his face. “Hey, do you think you guys are interested in joining a new LARP we’re trying to get together? BSG, the reboot, obviously. I remember you had a cosplay for that already, Anja.”
Had , being the operating word there. It’d been pretty much destroyed during my first introduction to ACBT, the night Evan had died. Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t put something together again, especially with the resources I had now. “Canon or original characters?”
“Strictly original, Battlestar Whitewolf. I’m thinking we’ll meet up on Saturday nights, since Jay’s still running his Hobbit thing on Fridays.”
If we’d left Bishop in the dust, he gave no sign of it. He at least seemed to know what a Live Action Role-play Game was. “Nice. Can we bring real guns?” he asked, and Kyle’s mouth sagged open.
“Ah...”
“He’s kidding!” I jumped in, smacking Bishop’s chest harder than I probably had to, but he didn’t so much as flinch.
“Oh, sure,” Kyle eased, rolling with it. “You should come down, we meet in Dolores Park after dark.”
“BSG is the one with the Cylons, right?”
“Yes, the ones that pass for people, not the toasters,” I nodded.
“Right,” Bishop replied, looking like he was actually considering it. “I’ll think about it. I work nights, so it can be rough to commit. And of course it depends on whether or not my girl here wants to come along.”
It made me smile to hear him call me his girl, even if we were under the guise of our second date. “I think it could be fun, and I’d love to see some of the old gang again.” Not that I didn’t love my new life, but it was getting harder and harder to remember what it was like to be a normal person who didn’t have to go look at eighteen million dollar mansions and try to figure out the logistics of supplying fresh blood for a dinner party.
Bishop scratched at the scruff on his jaw. “I don’t really have any gear for that sort of thing though.”
“I
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