Wheeeeeeee!

[bzarcher]

Fun and strange times at Gameworks tonight with the Hack3r crowd and some other EVE players.

After an only somewhat harrowing drive over (pretty much straight ice was falling from the skies at that point, or near as to make no difference), I got to Gameworks at about 6:15ish and staked down a table for us near the pool tables. A drink, a little gnosh, and all was well.

The strange moment occured somewhere inbetween getting my first black and tan and my food arriving. A Black girl in a half-Hijab (head, neck covered but face visible) suddenly sat down at my table next to me.

"Hello! What's your name?"

"I'm Matt. How are you?"

"I'm well. Are you here alone tonight?"

"I'm waiting for some friends, thank you. They should be here soon."

Pause.

"Well, I'm very glad to know you."

And then she got up and went away.

The cynical part of me says it was the worst attempt ever by a hooker at picking me up, or a precursor to getting my wallet stolen (or both), but I just kept cool and the girl (yes, girl - she couldn't have been older than 19), left the bar area without incident.

(Speaking of, I thought the bar area was supposed to be 21+ at all times? Sure didn't seem like it...)

Sy and CR arrived not too long after, then Blipangel, a father and son combo from the OHIO-PILOTS group, a few guys I didn't catch, then Calius and his wife, V0dka, and Forsetti.

Much pool was played, smack talked (the table we played on was -shit!- Weird bounces everwhere...and I sank the 8 ball early, twice...but at least V0dka did it 3 times...and nearly hit me in the head twice with the cue ball besides!), I played some "Too Spicy", a shooting game, some pinball, some Time Crisis and House of the Dead, and even a spin on Asteroids for nostalgia's sake.

Now, I'm home, and there's talk of going marauding. We'll see if I can stay awake!

Comments

[flaggerx.livejournal.com]

Well, I see two possibilites: One, she was a missionary. Or 2, she was broke and hungry.

Strange though, that never happens to me.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

Well, I do look like much more of a godless heathen than you do.

[las.livejournal.com]

I, too, vote missionary.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

At gameworks, though? How odd.

[las.livejournal.com]

Well, the incident is odd no matter how you slice it, but when I've seen Muslim missionaries at work, I've seen them approach young people who seem to be suffering from a social or spiritual void. A young man sitting alone at gameworks could arguably fit that demographic, and would explain why she politely left once you indicated friends were coming.

(Actually, all missionaries I've seen have taken that tactic ... the two Mormon boys trolling the neighborhood on their mountain bikes last summer were just so gosh-darned cute that if I were a lonely woman, shoot, I'd probably let 'em in.)

The headscarf combined with not chatting you up too aggressively makes me think she wasn't a hooker. Desperate people don't tend to be subtle.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

*nods* Fair enough.

(Especially given that I happened to pick black slacks and a black T-shirt today when getting dressed, I'm now far too tempted to walk around going "I AM A VOID!" :D)

[alathaniel.livejournal.com]

Yes, Marauding. Which turned into my Myrm, Forsetti's Phoon O'Doom, and Loth's Covert Ops. It ended, well, about as well as it could when a vagabond shows up and neither of us has any long range weapons capable of dealing with him save drones that get shot to pieces.

Ah well, it was a good fight, nothing irreplacable was lost, and it disabused me of certain screwy notions regarding blasters.

[bzarcher.livejournal.com]

I apologize. :D Alex got me watching the late games and it all fell apart.