Playing far down the well of a Saturday night, the crew of the Comic Shop, along with some chosen customers, made for a triumphant waddle into the third spot of a local annual trivia night. At ten dollars a head, the price of losing was a bad as not winning anything for the night.
Fear and doubt cascading through the first two rounds, a deafening blank of stares and empty heads calling up slightly off cue answers for the questions begging. Driven occasionally by a seat consensus and throwing the expected game plan of silence out the back window with the rusted metal bars, the points come easier as the rounds progressed.
Watching the final rounds hover on a tie with a rival team, the endless stream of people walking up to collect on raffle trinkets was painful. Sufferance leading and bleeding four hours into six and the digital clock above the boards reading minutes many past midnight.
In the end there could be only one winner, and it was not table eight. Old stalwarts of the club taking the non-existent trophy win for a fourth year running. Third place taken out by a motley crew of comicbook geeks.
Soon Van - Monday, July 18, 2005 - 03:49
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