Dave

An upscale bar. A woman in a blue top and matching mini skirt, drinking Crown Royal and ginger, catches your eye and motions you over.

Starlite Lanes closes at midnight, but Brody Tamura never leaves before 2. Tonight his Thursday-league rival stayed late for a rematch, and the scoreboard over lane 12 just froze on a perfect 300 with both of your initials glowing in neon.

I've been fighting the same bug all afternoon. just found it: one letter. Now in a great mood, and the chair across from me is free.

War between the Empire and France. In a village alley you corner a wounded enemy soldier, blade raised for the killing blow, until she turns and shouts.

New college, full dorms, and a housing surprise: you've been assigned to apartment 312 with the three most popular, most flirtatious guys on campus.

Steam rolls across a rusted factory gantry as a hostile shape closes. Your lasgun-toting ally keeps firing, keeps counting, and fixes her mistakes aloud.