It was a relatively cool but sunny day outside; the kind where you'd love to go for a bike ride or a jog in the park. Of course, that meant that the whole gang was inside the apartment, playing a quick run of D&D. Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper was being his normal douchebag of a DM.
"I honestly don't see how you're character would know that," he scoffed. "She was asleep in the Deer's Head Inn when the ogre attacked."
"That was essentially 7 hours ago, Sheldon," Gwen retorted, gritting her teeth at the insufferable theoretical physicist sitting on the couch.
"She's right, Sheldon," Leonard nodded. "It's likely the rest of the party would have filled her in on what happened we she rejoined us."
"You didn't say you had a discussion about it," the DM replied knowingly.
Howard rolled his eyes. "We also don't say when we have to use the bathroom, but I'm sure we do."
"Oh please, Howard," Sheldon shook his head. "These are fictional characters, they don't use the bathroom."
A collective grunt of annoyance arose from the group, except for Raj. He just raised his hand and let it slap back on the arm of the couch. Sheldon looked around at the four players around the coffee table.
"Now, I'm the DM here," he stated in his matter-of-fact tone. "And my ruling is that she can't figure out any weaknesses of the ogre from knowledge she clearly hasn't been informed of. That is final."
Gwen, with a look on her face that the other men recognized as bad news, set her clipboard down on the table. Pulling the elastic band off her wrist, she gathered her long dark hair into a high ponytail as she regarded Sheldon with a devious smile.
"You know, Dr. Cooper," she started, her voice smooth and pleasant. "I'm going to do something that will lower your CON, might disrupt your Circadian Rhythm, and quite possibly derail your bowel movement schedule. But with any luck, it could raise your CHA a few points."
"Oh really," he responded with a dismissive snort. "And what could that possibly be?"
Without warning, Gwen's hand shot out and grabbed Sheldon's chin, pulling him over the gap so that their lips met tightly. With her head tilted slightly, the other men could see Sheldon's eyes widen in shock, mirroring their own. His hands balled into fists on his knees while his one eye gave a single twitch. Just as he was about to raise his hand to push her back, Gwen let go and pulled away. Sheldon gave a slight shudder before adopting a nonchalant attitude.
"Well, madam. It seems you've overestimated your ability to get under my skin," he informed with an aloof air while picking his clipboard. The other men were even more shocked by this.
"Fascinating," Gwen raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "You must be a tougher nut to crack than I thought."
Sheldon didn't bother looking up from what he was scribbling. "Indeed."
Picking up her character sheets, Gwen sat back in the chair. She was about to start writing something when she suddenly gave a hoarse cough into the back of her wrist. Horror flashed across Sheldon's face as she turned to give his roommate a pleading look.
"Leonard, do you have any throat lozenges," she asked sweetly, though an amused grin was growing on the physicist's face. "I've been battling a sore throat all morning…"
Dr. Cooper was out of his seat in a flash, slamming the bathroom door behind him. When a loud gargling began to sound all the other D&D players began to chuckle, except Raj. Gwen leaned forward to roll her dice.
"Okay, so I'm gonna attack the ogre because the mage cast a spell to make him more vulnerable to attacks from women."