CHAPTER SEVEN
10 o’ clock at night. End of autumn, 2007. The party, full swing. Around a hundred of Oliver and Daisy’s friends are packed in a house, on a culdesac, snug neighborhood, tucked away in a hidden corner of Northridge. Safe suburbs of the Greater Los Angeles Area.
“You did what?!?!?!” We all screamed in unison.
“I asked her to marry me.” said, Oliver. “It was time, ya’ll.”
“What the fuck, man? You’re crazy. You’re fucking crazy!” stated, Bob.
“Yo, guys. Anyone want to go to the Fryars Wastelands? I need some cockatrice feathers and i can’t farm there alone.” Oliver asked, changing the subject.
“Wait a minute, homie.” said, Bob. “You’re going to get married?”
“Wow, dude. Marraige, huh. Well, congratulations. When you really think about it, it’s not that much of a shocker.” Asked, Xavier. “I’ll go. I’m running out of stoneform ingredients.”
“Yeah, when you really think about it. You guys have been going out for a while.” said, Rick. “I’ll go, too. Invite us, Oliver.”
“Yeah. For like a decade.” said, Oliver. “Corn, Bob, wanna go? Maybe we’ll run into some Legion farming there, too.”
“Sure.” I said. “Well, good stuff, man. Congratulations. When’s the big day?”
“Are you all crazy?” yelled, Bob. “He’s too young to get married!”
“I got married when i was 25.” Said, Rick. “And we’re still going strong after six years.”
“That’s not the point, though.” Said, Bob. “You’re you. Oliver is, Oliver! He can’t get married!”
“Why not?” asked, Rick. “What’s the difference?”
“Dude, Oliver is, Oliver!” said, Bob.
“Well, since you put it that way, we should totally go on a real life, mad-cap, misadventure to try and thwart the wedding! Save our friend from the evils of matrimony!” said, Xavier sarcastically. “Rick, you secure the van! Corn, you organize the costumes! I’ll get the blueprints of the church where they’ll have the wedding! When, Jack gets online, I’ll have him find any legal loopholes we can take advatange of. And Bob, you do some push-ups. This job needs some muscle!”
Everyone laughed. Except for, Bob.
“Whatever, Xavier.” Said, Bob. “Congratulations, I guess. Throw me an invite.”
“Speaking of which,” said, Olver, “we’re having our egagement party next week at her parents house in Northridge. You all are invited.”
“Man, her friends better be cute, Oliver.” Said, Bob. “Or else I’m calling the wedding off!”
“Haha. Okay, man. I’ll make sure her cousins go.” Said, Oliver. “Everyone ready for the Wastelands?”
And we go to the Fryars Wasteland, ganking Legion, farming some ingredients, talking about life.
A week later, tonight, we find ourselves, not playing Battelcry Online, but celebrating a real life partnership between, Oliver and, Daisy.
October 26, 2007 at 6:19 pm
you do well in showing characters’ personalities with a balance of narration and dialogue and without over-writing. it’s like you got a magic paintbrush that paints a rainbow with one stroke. good going, leprechaun! i like your style.
October 29, 2007 at 4:12 am
damn man! good shit…