“Will. Will!” I ran to catch up. “Dammit, Will, what the hell’s your problem tonight?”

He looked at me like I’d just grown a second head. “You’re joking, right?” he asked. “What’s my problem?! It’s not my problem.” He pointed back at my apartment. “It’s their problem. They don’t want me in on the game, they can just say so. But, no. Those pricks have to make non-stop smart-ass comments at my expense!”

“Come on, man,” I said, trying to sound reasonable. “They’re just playing their characters.”

“Oh, don’t give me that crap!” he yelled. “Dave, look, I’m sorry. I just can’t deal with Jaime and Robert anymore.” He hit the button on the elevator. The doors open and he got in. “I’m sorry. You’ll just have to go on without me.” The doors closed. I was left to go back on my own.

Great. Just bloody great. Our gaming group had been together for five years. But since Alex left for university out east, Jaime and Robert had become, I had to admit, harder to deal with.

Fine. If that’s how it’s to be, so be it.