Sam Evren
Troubadour
*The familiar rattle of dice*
1.
Seriously, I rolled a one. Well, that's not going to go over well, at all. I'm the guy in the lamp shade chatting up the wall heater in the corner. "Hey, you're a hot one, aren't you? You're literally melting the wax off this cheap paper lamp shade."
Let's try that again.
*The even more familiar rattle of dice*
You've got to be kidding me. It rolled under the oven. The oven's not even in this room. It's also filthy under there. I think something just pulled the die farther under the appliance. Don't make eye contact.
Okay, so, let's just put the dice away and say that I'm Sam, I'll be your newbie this evening, and I'll extend my greetings in as awkward of a fashion as possible.
My job done, I wave enthusiastically as I head off in search of something that can reach under the oven. Something long... and preferably sharp.
1.
Seriously, I rolled a one. Well, that's not going to go over well, at all. I'm the guy in the lamp shade chatting up the wall heater in the corner. "Hey, you're a hot one, aren't you? You're literally melting the wax off this cheap paper lamp shade."
Let's try that again.
*The even more familiar rattle of dice*
You've got to be kidding me. It rolled under the oven. The oven's not even in this room. It's also filthy under there. I think something just pulled the die farther under the appliance. Don't make eye contact.
Okay, so, let's just put the dice away and say that I'm Sam, I'll be your newbie this evening, and I'll extend my greetings in as awkward of a fashion as possible.
My job done, I wave enthusiastically as I head off in search of something that can reach under the oven. Something long... and preferably sharp.