Licked (Lick It! #1)

Alfie

The cloying smell of stale sweat and Lynx body spray filled the leisure centre sports hall as I carefully lined up my miniatures on the edge of the table, my eyes roaming over the battlemap I’d been assigned for my first game of the day.

The terrain was largely grass with a few copses of trees and some ruins of a castle dotted around for cover—something that would hinder my cavalry but potentially help the small unit of archers I’d managed to sneak into the line-up.

It’d been a while since I’d had a spare weekend to take part in a Sword & Flame tournament, especially with uprooting my entire life from Sheffield to Heather Bay and giving up my steady career to dive into Darcy’s completely mad artisan ice cream venture.