Image: Shot of Fire, gcardinal, Norway
A while back, for Wicked Wednesday, I posted an excerpt from a work-in-progress, 3, and over the past few weeks I’ve continued to expand it, developing both the characters and the storyline.
I have to admit, I’m breaking pretty much every conceivable writing rule in the way I’m penning this thing – no outline whatsoever heading my list of sins – but I’m enjoying myself, so I’m trying not to panic about that too much!
Famous last words.
The following snippet isn’t exactly racy. Sorry. But I think it gives a nice introduction to David, the ‘asker of the rules’ from the first excerpt. And Maddy, the woman to whom they apply …
3 – EXCERPT 2
Just after ten, we finally get a lull and I shoot out to take a quick leak, stopping on my way back behind the bar to change up the music to something that doesn’t make me want to stick my elbow in my ear. Def Leppard’s Hysteria has just given way to The Charlatans when Luke comes over and taps me on the shoulder, the frown on his face my first clue something’s not right.
“Got a problem.” He turns and I follow the direction of his gaze to the opposite end of the counter. At first I don’t see what he’s looking at. But then …
The pixie. She’s trying to get up off her stool, her co-ordination totally gone, her fingers gripping the edge of the bar so hard her knuckles have turned white. She’s drunk. As in really, really fucking drunk. Even more worryingly, though, it looks like she’s attracted the attention of a couple of regulars, Hector and Oscar – two city boys whose standard MO is to hit on women who’ve had too much to drink. I’ve never had any outright complaints laid against them so I can’t justify banning them to the owner, but I don’t trust those assholes at all.
Not one inch.
I turn to glare a Luke. “How many drinks you give her?” I growl, tossing the iPod in my hand onto the counter.
Luke puts his hands up defensively. “Hey, don’t look at me, man. I’ve only served her once all evening.”
And I haven’t poured her anything since the first two glasses of Jack. Continue reading