Chapter 1-2
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He stopped at registration to pick up a nametag and his ID from the guys in charge, which would allow him to come and go from the convention and the use of every game they had. When he made it inside the great hall, he found the room already full of people. The convention had been held in the same place for a long time, in a big sports center with lots of space for all the different activities. The games stand, the bar, and the tables for gaming were all set up in the main hall. Gabriel remembered the year when there were only twenty tables set up and everyone knew each other, but since then, the convention had grown, with the number of both tables and people higher each year.
He’d signed up for playing as many games as possible during the next three days, so he approached the first table he saw with a few seats available and asked if he could join them. Some people were amenable to strangers playing with them, while some came as a group and didn’t want to be disturbed.
He got a few weird looks at the question, but after a moment of consideration, they just nodded.
Gabriel sat and studied the table in front of him. There wasn’t a board, but he saw mountains of tiles to the side and wooden figurines in the form of little guys. The gamers were playing Carcassonne, where players built the board with the tiles while using the figurines (called “meeples” or “followers”) to claim different spaces and gain points. He smiled; it was one of his favorite games and he was good at it.
With Gabriel bringing the table to five people, they waited for a sixth to start the game. Soon, the chair in front of him scraped the floor, and someone swore.
Gabriel looked up to see the guy from the parking lot, glaring daggers at him. Gabriel just smirked. Since the guy had already sat, he couldn’t leave the table; those were the rules. Well, not the rules rules—no one would stop him if he tried to leave—but it was definitely considered bad form to abandon a table, especially if you’d been the last one to sit.
The guy in charge of the meeples started passing them around, randomly assigning the colors to the players. Gabriel had been given the red set; he’d have preferred the black one, but wasn’t going to complain. Whatever the color, he planned to win anyway.
He clapped, the sound absurdly loud in the silence that covered their table, even with chatter coming from all around them. “Right, are you ready for me to kick your asses?”
The guy from the parking lot snorted and murmured something that sounded like “as if,” all the while looking to his own blue followers. His nametag said “Aitor” and Gabriel thought that a bit weird. It was a Basque name, pretty common for this region, but he looked rather young. As far as Gabriel knew, it’d been a popular name when he’d been born, but this guy appeared at least ten years younger than him, if not more.
He shrugged, pushing aside the thoughts, and focused on the game.
He kept his followers to himself while they set down the river, but once the last tile of that lot had been placed, all bets were off. He claimed cities, monasteries, and fields. He put a cathedral on an unfinished city that wasn’t his own, then made sure the owner couldn’t finish it, which meant he’d get no points for it. The fact that said owner was the person sitting in front of him, whose face got redder every turn, just added to the fun.
“Again? First you invade my cities, steal my roads, and now this? What have I ever done to you?”
“I like causing chaos. It’s the best part of this game.” Gabriel made a gesture for him to lean in, then whispered, “Besides, don’t tell the others, but you’re clearly the best player in this group.”
Aitor groaned. “You’re an idiot.”
Gabriel shrugged again and watched Aitor set a meeple on a field that would soon connect to his. “You definitely know how to use your wood. That’s sexy.”
Aitor spluttered and blushed a deep red. Gabriel took one of his unused figurines and brought it level with Aitor’s face.
“You look almost the same color! Does this mean you’re mine now, too?” His cheeks hurt from smiling. He probably looked like an i***t, but was having too much fun to care.
“I’m not sure you could handle me.” Aitor swatted the hand holding the meeple and refocused on the game.
“Is that a challenge?” Gabriel was determined to make Aitor forget about their encounter in the parking lot, and if flirting and generally being a bit of an i***t could do that, he’d take it.
Aitor rolled his eyes, but a small tilt of his lips meant he was trying his best not to smile.
In the end, Gabriel won the game, with Aitor coming a close second, having gone after him once he’d clued in on what Gabriel was doing and sabotaging him at every opportunity that would also benefit Aitor.
Gabriel smiled at him. “Well done. You were close.”
Aitor crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him. “Imagine how good you’d have done if you’d focused on playing instead of making sure we failed.”
“But where would be the fun in that?”
Aitor opened his mouth to answer, but another voice interrupted.
“Whenever you two are done with this weird flirting you have going on, want to play another game?”
Gabriel gave him an enthusiastic “Hell yes,” and Aitor nodded.
Once the guy in charge started mixing the tiles again, Aitor looked at Gabriel. “Let’s make this more interesting. I bet you can’t win without obstructing anyone else’s game, just by your own merits.”
“You’re on. And you’re going to regret making that bet.” Gabriel had no intention of losing, though being unable to be a nuisance to the rest of the players would take away half the fun of the game for him.
Aitor smiled, which made him look even younger. “We’ll see. Loser buys the winner a drink after this game?”
“Deal.”
The game started again and Gabriel did his best to achieve points without interrupting anyone, but ended up coming in third.
Aitor came in first this time and smirked at Gabriel.
“I accept my defeat.”
Aitor nodded while they put their tiles back in the box. “It’s a shame we weren’t playing a stripping game, then I’d have enjoyed your defeat even more.”
Gabriel’s face heated. “Well, you definitely need to buy me a drink before I start stripping anywhere. A small one would do.”
“Speaking of drinks, do you want to pay that bet now?”
One player—Raúl, according to his nametag—who hadn’t said anything during both games, sneered at them. Or rather, at Gabriel. “Oh, my God, just go flirt somewhere else!”
Gabriel glanced down at his own shirt, but paid Raúl no mind. “Let’s go, Aitor. I have no interest in gaming with bigots.”
He felt the guy glaring at him all the way to the bar, but ignored him. “So, Aitor, what do you want to drink?”
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