Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20180223152152/@comment-36855838-20190126134127

The frigid air chills me to the bone.

"Hey, I can't speak for my friends, but I don't have any issue."

I turn around.

"Hey guys, your girlfriends are here!"

A chorus of "Sweet!" Rings through the house.

I stand aside, stooping into a showy bow.

"By all means, please join us, ladies! Come in, you must be freezig, out there in the cold."

They all walk in, and those who wear them take care to remove their shoes.

The evening passes in quiet, nobody willing to screw in front of each other.

Though there is plenty of flirting, and we're all happy to be draped over our respective lady-friends.

After a hearty pizza dinner, supplemented with cold milk and followed with warm apple cider.

We all spread out, taking different furniture in the television room.

Nathan, in the soft arms of his eldritch girlfriend, Octus, boots up Bloodborne, and we all cheer him on as the night progresses.

The ladies cried when we found out Gascoigne killed his wife, and while us gents couldn't cry, we really wanted to.

The room had gotten cold, and so Timmy snuggled into the coils of Maria. I ignited the gas fireplace to ease their discomfort, and nudged Mildred's soft rear off my lap so I could retrieve some blankets and pillows.

As I returned to the room, I saw Nathan jumping into a lake.

In the center of an odd pool it took him to, sat an enormous, vapid beast.

A few whacks later, the creature was revealed as "Rom, the Vacuous Spider."

I quickly distributed cushions and quilts, before settling back into the massive, plush corner armchair with Mildred.

When we at lastreturned from the lake, the Amygdála revealed, Drew had to comfort Tiffany by strokinh her fur, and scratching gently at her scalp.

Though she wouldn't admit she was scared.