Passing out flyers proved to be even more boring than expected, since there was hardly anyone around on a weeknight uptown. “No thanks man, I use real drugs,” replied one person passing by. After an hour of wandering he ended up outside the same Chinese restaurant that he had been to weeks before with Kaylee. They hadn’t really spoken since the date, though Dithers was too hesitant to try after their encounter in the real world to really consider it. The first signs of life he had seen all night were coming out of the restaurant by the bar and if anything, Dithers might be able to hand out a few flyers so Dale wouldn’t hound him at work. Inside, things were as busy as they sounded. The same bartender from before waved at Dithers when he came in and motioned to an empty stool. “Wow, didn’t think I’d be seeing you again. Care for a beer?” Mark asked. Dithers shook his head and was about to pull out a flyer when he overheard a tidbit of someone speaking. “Yeah, I always hated the Dragon Slayer Quests. Fucking nightmares. I definitely don’t miss those,” said two men talking at the bar. Dithers sat down and tapped one on the shoulder. “Excuse me, but are you talking about ‘World of Realcraft’? That’s crazy. Everyone I know is always playing it, so it’s impossible to find anyone to talk about it outside of the game,” Dithers explained. The two men looked at him and parted their stools to give him room to talk. “Sure buddy, we all talk about games here. This is banned night for the bar. We’re all exiles from our games.”
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