218 The chaos of charisma (1/2)
”You said isolate her somewhere alone!” Ben retorted.
”I meant to the bar or dancefloor! Not to act like a stray dog!”
”Someone needs to take them in!”
...
Antonio also chimed in. ”What type of damage dealing was that?!? Self-damage?!? You team wiped us!”
Even Chuck added something. ”Which kind of ADC were you trying to be? Kalista?”
Ben's face fell once they all complained. He was a bit down now. He really misunderstood what Beluga said.
Seeing this, Chuck decided to keep the peace. ”All right guys, there's no point arguing. It's only one set and there are many more here.”
Sighing, Antonio and Beluga also let it go. They knew Ben had only been doing this for a couple of months, so errors were normal.
As for Ben, he also understood these kinds of mistakes were inevitable for one simple reason—he was too charisma-heavy. As an amplifier, charisma worked on his stats, but it worked through his actions... That meant it made his good moves become great, and his bad ones become After Earth…
The problem was that when mixing his other middling stats with his general lack of common sense...Ben's bad moves came a little too often for comfort, literally...he couldn't start the comfort phase...
In any case, consistency was never his strength.
Beluga decided to explain the situation to him in more detail this time. ”We can't extract the females out of the club, not yet. The first problem is it's early and everyone just arrived, so they'll be hesitant to leave. The second issue is where we are.
In another venue, we could try to get the women to go somewhere else, but it isn't a good idea here because this is the best club. That means the women will be very resistant to going to another place. It's one negative of coming here, but counterbalanced by the high quality of talent.”
Ben nodded in understanding.
Antonio added something. ”So to be clear, isolation here means to another spot in the club, not their house, or their grandma's house...or--”
”I got it already!” Ben felt the urge rising to use his title…but he knew he was the one who messed up, so he converted that frustration into motivation to do better on the following sets.
As the four prepared to go back out on a second tour of booty duty...Ben excused himself for a bathroom break. Leaving the three holding down the bar, he made his way to the restrooms. 'Man this club is huge…' As he walked away from the bar, the area became darker and full of people. It forced him to watch their legs as he passed so he didn't bump into anyone.
And saw himself in a wall-sized mirror…
…
People around were staring at him, watching the showdown, as if making mental bets on who the victor would be...