Anime Night

It's a Monday; therefore, it's Anime Night. It's easily my favorite event in the building. They walk in, sometimes in costumes, and they are so excited to mingle with others who have the same passion as they do. It's precious. 

It kicked off tonight with a small, gangly white boy looking for the Anime room.  I nod my head left and he turns off in that direction. After him comes a group of seven. You can tell that they're not amateurs; they head left and trump up the stairs. I hear mild bickering about Pokemon as they trail off. 

A costume walks through the door. I don't recognize the character but it's a girl dressed in a foxtail with bright, purple hair. Her hair is pushed down with a set of cat ears. She's timid and sneaks up the stairs.

I don't see anyone walk in for awhile. My attention is drawn by a group of students lounging around the tables. Their textbooks are out but they have clearly given up on studying because no one has touched the papers for a solid ten minutes. All five of them are heavily invested in their phones. 

The anime goers are easy to spot. They generally have a shirt on with an anime character publicized on the front. If not that, they'll be carrying a book with traders cards or  they are in full costume. Lo and behold, the next person to walk through the door is in full costume. I love, love, love anime night. 

He is tall, white and in a blue cape. It flicks behind him as he walks up the stairs. People are great. I love when they do what they love. It's such a rare quality. 

The students are packing up their belongings. Two girls, three guys. Buh bye, kids. 

An old man takes their table. I have seen him before. Frank. He wears suspenders everyday and has a long, white pony tail. He has a straw hat to make him that much more precious. His fish bowl glasses rest heavily on his nose. Frank is the man. 

It's getting late now, anime club is almost over. People still sneak in late though. The last person I see heading to anime club is a slender Asian man. His shirt is a dead give away. Yu-Gi-Oh. Have fun, slender Asian man. 

A gaggle of blatantly drunk girls trip through the door. They stumble and giggle all over the place. Three of them. Blonde, blonde, brunette. Their sloppiness spins through the building. Only one other person witnesses this; Frank. He looks at me and we roll our eyes together. "It's a Monday, for God's sake," he scoffs. God bless Frank and his suspenders. 

My hour is up.