Wednesday evening, the room, made dim by the wood-panel walls and fancy overhead lights, was not quite full but cozy. Two round tables were tucked into the corners, giving space for the larger rectangular table where everyone was gathered, with game boxes piled between them like a colorful mountain range. Ten people were there, making Trevor and Chase an even dozen, and everyone was lounging in the seats like they were on couches at home rather than in a formal meeting area of the university.
Familiarity bred comfort, Chase supposed, shifting his weight as he waited for Trevor to…do whatever he was doing, paused by the entryway.
“Hey, Trev!” A girl with twin braids in her hair waved, grinning wickedly. “You bring fresh meat?”
Trevor rolled his eyes. “And you wonder why everyone leaves a
