For the Alliance!

     It will be a week tomorrow. A week from being able to see Ms. River. Being able to place my hands in her hands and soak up her deep blue, meditterean eyes.
Today my heart is a calendar, check marking little boxes, waiting for the day I circle, the day I see her again.
Today my heart turns back almost two months. Turns back to the last time I saw her. The last time I held her her in my arms.
My left arm over her left shoulder makes everything that's wrong in this world, right.


     Where I am right now is in Darnassus. This is the capital city for the Night Elf of the Alliance.
What I'm doing is running around, looking for the class trainer, trying to level up my abilities.
Ms. River follows behind me, whispering to me she says, "I think it's over this way."
I stop and spin around. Three hundred and sixty degrees, I spin past vibrant buildings and terraces made from tree's and thick vines.
The atmosphere of Darnassus is quiet, somewhat melancholic.
I stop and let Ms. River take over. I stand and pause, watching her tall slender, elvish frame jog by and take the lead.    
Ms. River leads us south, over a causeway and into the temple gardens. 
River leads us into a door, and down a set of steps. This is what's called the "Cenarion Enclave. It reminds me of an underground World War 2 bunker. Instead of Nazi's and short wave radio, it's full of Druids and tiny, star like orbs floating through the air. 
Ms. River leads me over to a night elf named Shenthul. He would be my rogue trainer. 
"Ha!" Ms. Rivers whispers. 
"You were right." I whisper back. 
"Say it!" She says. 
"You were so right baby." I whisper. "You were so, so right!" 
I look away from my keyboard, and over to Ms. River and slightly dig my fingers into her rib cage.
"Don't!" She cries
"Don't what" I ask
"Don't tickle me!" She says. 
I turn my attention back to my laptop and choose "Stealth" for my next ability. 
"It's what you get! I say. 
"For what? For being right?" She says
I stand in front of my trainer and choose my first ability. 
I choose Garote. 
I choose Vanish. 
I choose to place my hand over Ms. River's knee cap and squeeze down. 
"Fucker!" She says. 
I choose Cheap Shot and realize I'm all out of points to spend. 

The Previous evening...


The status bar on my computer screen tells me I have 4 hours and 23 minutes. I look over at Ms. River and want to know what her screen says.
"3 hours, 45 minutes."She says. "Mine's going faster than yours."
"So." I say.
"So...you suck!" She says.
I look back at the screen, and watch. The status bar ticks slowly towards the right.
What we're doing is downloading a bootlegged version of "World Of Warcraft."
What we're doing is waiting anxiously for the download to complete.
What we're doing is completely "geeking out."
Ms. River's cell phone rings, taking our focus away from anticipation and total geekdom.
It's Elena, calling to see what River and I are up to.
After a minute or two of conversation, Ms. River hangs up the phone and wants to know if I want to go with her to pick up Elena.
"Sure." I say.
The thing about Ms. River and I, we both share a lot of the same interests.
Like writing
Like reading.
Like Multiplayer Online Roleplaying games.
Like World Of Warcraft.
We both put on our coats and head out the door.
Inside the car, River wants to know what kind of character I'm going to roll. 
I tell her I'll probably play a Rogue. "That's all I've really played." I say "What are you going to roll?" I ask. 
"I think I might be a Priest." She says. "Priests are fucking sexy". 
We drive to the other side of Henderson, towards Elena, away from status bars and online gaming. 

Sitting in River's living room, with River and Elena, I check the status on my laptop. 
1 hour, 45 minutes. 
River, she suggests we go outside, give each other a word and write. 
I completely agree, thinking this might take my mind off of my night elf rogue, and his leather working profession. 
Staring off, into an alternate reality I think of a bright future. One with tens of thousands of gold, and a strong night elf heritage. I think of songs the good people of Azeroth will sing about me, tens and thousands of years later. 
I stop myself and think about what a big, fucking geek I am, right now, in Ms. River's living room. 
My feet push me off the couch, and head outside, out to River's patio. 

The patio we sit on, has a long piece of carpet, laid over the concrete floor below. 
Each of us sit down on the carpet and smoke cigarettes, flicking the ash into a makeshift ashtray, made from the lid of a Hazelnut Cookie jar.
We each give and get a word, and we write. 
River gives me the word, "Streetlight". I take my time and write about city streets, during winter time. I write about snowflakes, how they fall into view, how they suddenly appear under the glowing, golden frame from the streetlights above. 
What I want to write about, would be the 10 and 20 man raids River and I will be able to go on soon. 
What I want to write about is the auction house, the buying and selling of items for profit. 
The three of us go around, reading our word and the story it surrounds. 
I take a moment to look at the status bar on my laptop. 
0 hours, 42 minutes. 
The butterfly's in my stomach spread their wings, spreading anticipation and geekdom all throughout my insides. 
After another forty minutes of smoking cigarettes and writing, River and I notice the download is almost complete. 
The three of us put on our coats and head out the door, on our way to Elena's, on our way to Night elves, to Azeroth, to 20 man raids. 

The next day...

Out of points, I walk over to the corner of the room, where Ms. River stands, leveling up her abilities. 
I stand behind and decide to dance. 
I twirl and spin, and thrust my hips towards River and her night elvish ass. 
"Fucking dork!" She whispers. 
Making a sexual comment, I dance one more time, spinning and twirling and thrusting my hips towards her ass again. 
"You finished yet?" I whisper.
"Just about." She says. "Are you finished?"  
I type /dance on my laptop and watch as my Character dances and thrusts. This I cannot get enough of. 
I sit there and laugh and dance, while Ms. Rivers finishes leveling up her character. 
I lean over and kiss River on the neck. She spins her head towards mine and we kiss. This is when I dig my fingers back into her rib cage. 
"Don't!" She says. 
I place my hands up, underneath her shirt, and we kiss and pull layers of clothes off each other.

My character continues to dance and thrust in the background.