Cut to a month later. Back at gaming night, playing a casual game against a kid who just started Space Wolves, and attempting to show him the glory of Khorne while the girlfriend stands around, looking for someone to play. Door jingles, and our favorite player, THAT GUY, shows up with a shit-eating grin.
He heads off to another group, meets up with a younger guy, and starts pulling out miniatures. I spare a glance to the side, and notice he's painted his Kreigers in a red-and-black scheme that looks decent from this distance.
Now, as the night goes on and I finish up with the kid, I go over to check the game with the GF. The guy is being a cunt, as usual, but that's how life works. He's normally the type to swear a lot and gets reminded by the store owner not to (kids are allowed in, and they want the place to be family-friendly), and at one point my girlfriend, upon hearing him use 'Jew' as a term to describe someone who was cautiously moving their army, requested he stop.
So, he finishes up, and then takes on someone else. Fields a different version of the first army, with a convict squad.
Every single convict has a sloppily-painted yellow triangle on the arm. In an army of black-and-red Kreigers, you can tell what he was going for. Juuuust far enough away that he could claim that he thought it was so. Upon noticing this, I turned to look at my girlfriend. As I've mentioned, she's got a wee bit of racial pride, and so I saw her smile slowly move to that brittle one people get when they're ready to bust some heads. I make to try and get her out, as we're both done for the night, but as we're leaving, the intrepid Kreig player runs up with a shit-eating smile and asks her what she thinks of the paint job.