d20
The moon was rising, a yellow ball in her window like Pac-Man with his mouth closed.
She draped the blanket back over her iguana’s tank.
I unbuckled my fanny pack and put it on her nightstand.
She reached up to take out her retainer, but she pushed it out with her tongue too early and it flew from her mouth, rattling on the floor. She snorted and nudged it under her bed with her toe.
I fumbled out of my Daring Fireball t-shirt. Her eyes fell on my orc tattoo and she let out what was either a slow moan or a soft fart.
She unzipped her jorts. I took two pulls from my inhaler.
When we were finally naked, we cast shapeshift spells and had mad bear sex for the next three hours. I think halfway through I ate her iguana, and we tore her bed to pieces. But that’s how druids roll.
