trash [bby]

It took all of her will power not to laugh right then and there. Instead, she bit her lip, and turned her head to the sky. Yet the unmistakable upturn to the corners of her lips gave away her amusement. ”Mhm! Yup. People who are not nerds carry around dice. Absolutely.” Nen’s gaze turned back to the dice on the table. Whatever will power had been there vanished in an instant as her laughter filled the air once more. ”Okay, okay, Nerd. Show me what I need to do.” She fixed him the largest smile, unable to be hidden.

He grinned awkwardly to himself and ran a few fingers through his hair, at first keeping his gaze thrown down at the table, but unable to look away as she laughed. "Listen, in my defense, this wasn't the only game-related shit I had planned for today." Preston huffed melodramatically and pulled out for six-sided dice, holding them out to her. ""Blow on 'em for good luck and give them a roll."

Nen took the handful of dice, giving Preston a skeptical look as she gingerly blew on the dice. ”Is that why you woke me up earlier? For a d20 that you needed later?” She looked more amused than annoyed, which is something that took Nen by surprise. Normally she held grudges for people waking her, but not this time. Perhaps this man was just that charming. Asshole.

With a small movement of her hands, Nen let the dice tumble away, one die getting particularly close to the edge. ”Okay, what next?”

"We're just gonna take note of the total of the three highest rolls and - you're gonna go again -" Preston guided her through the relatively quick process, giving just enough time for the waitress to come by and take their orders and drop off a few glasses of ice water and sweet tea. By the time they'd finished, he'd been left with raised brows, looking seemingly impressed.
"Shit, that's actually pretty fucking good. He smiled. Made sense to him. "Has anyone told you how lucky you are?

This was all under the assumption that higher numbers were good. Despite the fact that all of this was just luck-based, Nen couldn't help but beam at the praise. "Haven't had a mirror shatter yet. And my pa never let me walk under his ladders." She grinned, and poured herself a glass of tea. Sinking a straw into it, Nen took a sip. Only to scrunch her nose in distaste immediately after. "Ah, ya'll like your sweet tea 'round here, then?" A laugh escaped her, and she leaned back in her chair. "Aren't there races in D&D? Which one is best for Storm Sorcerer?" Nen asked, eyeing the blanks in her sheet. This was a lot of effort for a game.