We sat around in the basement, sprawled out on the couches and the floor. Comforters laying over laps, pillows heaped here and there and a pile food lay in the centre like some kind of fucked up offering. Emmett shoved another handful of chips in his mouth and continued on with his video game creation woes. “So the beta’s feedback comes back…” chips crunched and flew from his mouth as he spoke, “and it’s all ‘Why aren’t there unlimited spells, and how come this character doesn’t do that, or why is the screen in level six orange?”’ Fuck, dude. If you had unlimited ability to cast spells the game would be called Simple, not Fairy Quest…quest motherfucker. You know hunt, and gather, and look for shit, and solve problems. Christ! And hell if I know why level six is all orange, maybe your console sucks ass.” Emmett finished his rant with a huff.
“That pixie still giving you shit, sir?” Edward asked jokingly.
“Nah, chick flies right now. Actually she’s the coolest character in the game. Beta’s bitch that the male characters are weak, but they’re using the wrong ones. It’s the pretty little pixies that rock that game, man.”
“So when does that centre of yours open its doors officially?” I asked, snuggling up to my wife to be.
“Next month, October 20th is our grand opening.” Edward went on to explain what the two weeks prior to opening its doors to the public would look like. Lots of meetings, staff preparation, and private tours for share holders. The pride radiating from him was almost intoxicating. He spoke about the different departments and the team that has been assembled thus far, his smile was wide and seemingly tattooed to his face. “Did Bella tell you about the art work?”
Rose nodded. “It was a great idea. All of the schools across the board are participating in ‘Pics for Doc,’ this Wednesday. Selected art work is going to be displayed on the walls of the centre,” she said, sounding pleased.
“Aww, that’s so damn cute, and completely perfect,” Alice said with her voice all soft, she relaxed against me a little more. “Oh, we should play Never Have I Ever.”
“What the fuck’s with your throw back to seventh grade, Alice Brandon?” Rose squawked. “You want a P.J. party for your bachelorette, and now you wanna play Seven Minutes in Heaven. Making up for a shitty adolescents, Pixie Dust?”
“Never Have I Ever, babe. Get it right,” Em corrected her, snickering. “And why the hell not. What else is there to do at…” he looked down at his watch, squinting at the face, “like seven o’clock at night during a black out?”