lincolnmiller | D&D AT LINCOLN'S [OPEN]

"I'm coming," Lincoln called out, half swearing as he woke up at the sound of knocking-pounding- at the door. Wiping the drool from his mouth, he reached out to hit his alarm clock, and groaned when he saw the time. He'd slept through all his alarms which meant that was the guys, which meant he hadn't set anything up. He was the worst player in the world. He was the worst friend in the world.

Struggling to get his jeans on, he ran down the hall and opened the door.

"Hey, sorry slept through alarm. I know, I know. Guys, DM set up the board. Park, grab the snacks they are in the kitchen. Bowls where they usually are. Hey," Lincoln smiled at everyone, letting them all through even as the other guys wolf-whistled at his lack of shirt and bitched about having to set up. Smiling, he pulled his shirt on slowly before shutting the door. Tonight was going to be a good night. Once they got going. "I have beer."

Lincoln offered a beer to the nearest person, tugging his shirt down and covering up.

OOC: Open to anyone who is Lincoln's friend, likely to be involved in SC D&D team, Firefighters who might be invited to said D&D games night, and of course Roosevelt.

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Lee was running late for games night. There'd been a kid and a late mom... it was a whole thing and it'd kept her an hour longer than she would have been.

She ran up the stairs to Lincolns apartment and paused, straightening her hair and clothes from 'windswept' to something resembling presentable before she knocked on the door.

"Lincoln!" She called out. "Don't you dare start without me!"

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