John expected to be beheaded the moment he entered the room. Instead, he found Regan and Rave drinking light beer. Regan was in the process of setting up his Blood Ravens, while Rave sat on a red sofa in the back.
"Ah, there you are," Regan declared, his voice reverberating with cheer. Walking over, he offered his hand to the Gamer. Not knowing what else to do, John took it. Forcefully, he was pulled into a hug. "If you ever bring my daughter into such a dangerous situation again, I will rip out your intestines and use them as a jumping rope."
John had never gulped so intensely at something someone in such a weird get-up had said. "Understood, sir," he responded and was let go. Travolta shoved his way back into the room and the two started playing.
Finding his happy place, John plopped down next to his girlfriend on the couch. "You're in big trouble, aren't ya?" she asked with a giggle.
"Yes… wait, that's your fault," he whispered back.
"Why would that be?"
