Date Posted:06:42:00 03/23/10 Tue Author: Debi Subject: This is awesome! In reply to:
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's message, "Public spectacles >>>>>" on 22:49:16 03/22/10 Mon
>Sherry dropped the orange slice back into the remains
>of her Hurricane and fished out the cherry. “Maybe
>not, but if you get drunk I’m outta here.” She popped
>the cherry into her mouth, holding the stem between
>her thumb and forefinger. With a complete lack of
>calculation, she raised her eyes to Geoff’s as she
>sucked on the cherry. Oh girl, you are a bold one, aren't you? *VBEG*
>
With a bat of eyelashes
>and a toss of over-processed bleached hair, she turned
>and sashayed off, hips swinging like a screen door in
>a high wind. Brilliant.
>
>Geoff watched the display with evident admiration
>before turning back to Sherry. “There now. I won’t
>get sloppy drunk. All better?” And I love that he's watching the show. Hey a man's gotta take the opportunity if it's right there. But if he does one more tiny thing about it, I think he's in deep $^*!
>Sherry shrugged. “Not completely. You also have to
>promise to lose the Neal Preston wannabe.”
>Not sure who Neal Preston is, but I get her drift.
>“Clean up in aisle three,” Sherry muttered under her
>breath.
>
>Mike favored her with a patronizing stare. “And
>what’s that supposed to mean?”
>
>“You’ve been dropping so many names tonight I’m afraid
>someone’s going to trip over them and hurt themselves,
>that’s what.” As she watched Mike’s face twist into a
>scowl, she had the passing thought that his slanted
>eyebrows, sharp cheekbones and slightly manic eyes
>made him look like a demented leprechaun. She
>couldn’t resist the resultant smile. “Ooh, touched a
>nerve, did I, Mikey?” Have I told you how much I love Sherry? I really do.
>Without deigning to reply, Mike turned to Geoff.
>“Between all the fat, sweaty tourists and the bitchy
>American girl, this place has lost all interest. What
>about finding another place to drink?”
>
>“Be my guest.” Geoff shrugged. “You’re the one who
>invited yourself along. I don’t mind if you split.” And Geoff is so smooth. Good man, that> ,
but the fact that
>Geoff looked like a tiger about to pounce made her
>shake as adrenaline rushed through her bloodstream.
>His eyes had become almost golden, and the dangerous,
>flat glare he directed at Mike looked like something
>out of an old Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom
>episode. Any episode where a large feline predator is stalking his prey. From his description I'd say a lion.
>
The dust hadn’t settled when the waitress returned with
>the coffee Geoff had asked for.
>
>Sherry glared at the woman’s back as she leaned over
>the table to place the tray in front of Geoff, all but
>pressing her breasts in his face. Forgetting her new
>position as public spectacle, Sherry snapped her
>fingers in the direction of the waitress.
>
>“Hey! Bambi, or whatever your name is.” She narrowed
>her eyes as the woman turned toward her. “We ordered
>coffee, not a peep show. Get lost.” Have I mentioned how much I love this woman? LOL..."Bambi or whatever..."
“Damn it. Don’t they have anything else to do besides stare at us?”
>
>“Don’t let it bother you.” Geoff grinned. “Who cares
>what they think?”
>
>“I do.” Sherry looked up at him, frowning. “I have
>to.” I never thought about it, but Sherry is so right. Good girl for tell Goeff to cool it.
>“Why should you?” Sherry took a sip of coffee.
>“After all, it’s not your job on the line.”
>
>He looked up and smiled. “And neither is yours.
>We’ll just sit here being circumspect and drinking
>coffee, and talk about things like heavy literature.”
>
>Sherry laughed, relieved he seemed to understand. “I
>didn’t say we had to be boring. But no scenes in the
>French Quarter, okay? I need my job.”
>
>“Done.” Geoff clinked his cup against hers. I can't wait for more of this. Have I made myself clear? ;-) Each voice is so distinct, you know who is talking and the action was meshed right in seamlessly. Love it!
Hugs, Debi
>>I don't know how much action there is with this
>>dialogue, but it takes place in public. Do I get
>>half-credit? *G*
>I think you did a fine job showing what they were
>doing within the dialogue.
Yea! A full credit! Now my parents won't dock my allowance. *G*
>>
>>Oh, and the character of Mike? Yeah. Ever heard the
>>saying, "Don't make me mad or I'll write you into my
>>next book and kill you off?" Mike's not his real
>>name, but he made me mad. *G*
>I better stay on your good side then, eh? ;-)
Yes, the man Mike is based on tends to do both - act like a jealous girlfriend AND like an over-protective mother. One of these days I'm going to have to smack him. *G*
>
>>Sherry dropped the orange slice back into the remains
>>of her Hurricane and fished out the cherry. “Maybe
>>not, but if you get drunk I’m outta here.” She popped
>>the cherry into her mouth, holding the stem between
>>her thumb and forefinger. With a complete lack of
>>calculation, she raised her eyes to Geoff’s as she
>>sucked on the cherry.
>Oh girl, you are a bold one, aren't you? *VBEG*
Yes, but she didn't mean to be. She was just enjoying the cherry. (Get your mind right out of that gutter, Debi.)
>>
> With a bat of eyelashes
>>and a toss of over-processed bleached hair, she turned
>>and sashayed off, hips swinging like a screen door in
>>a high wind. Brilliant.
TY!
>>
>>Geoff watched the display with evident admiration
>>before turning back to Sherry. “There now. I won’t
>>get sloppy drunk. All better?”
> And I love that he's watching the show. Hey a
>man's gotta take the opportunity if it's right there.
>But if he does one more tiny thing about it, I think
>he's in deep $^*!
Yeah, his watching it isn't a big deal. After all, the waitress went to a lot of trouble to wiggle her booty that way, and it would be a shame for it to go unregarded. And you're right; if he reached out to give it a pat, then he would have had to get that cherry surgically removed.
>>Sherry shrugged. “Not completely. You also have to
>>promise to lose the Neal Preston wannabe.”
>>Not sure who Neal Preston is, but I get her
>drift.
I'm having trouble with this bit. I could use a photographer with a recognized name, but none of them took photos like Mike's, or Neal Preston's, or Robert Knight's. They're all rock photographers, but apparently only I've heard of them. *G*
>
>>“Clean up in aisle three,” Sherry muttered under her
>>breath.
>>
>>Mike favored her with a patronizing stare. “And
>>what’s that supposed to mean?”
>>
>>“You’ve been dropping so many names tonight I’m afraid
>>someone’s going to trip over them and hurt themselves,
>>that’s what.” As she watched Mike’s face twist into a
>>scowl, she had the passing thought that his slanted
>>eyebrows, sharp cheekbones and slightly manic eyes
>>made him look like a demented leprechaun. She
>>couldn’t resist the resultant smile. “Ooh, touched a
>>nerve, did I, Mikey?”
>Have I told you how much I love Sherry? I really
>do.
Thank you! I'm glad!
>
>>Without deigning to reply, Mike turned to Geoff.
>>“Between all the fat, sweaty tourists and the bitchy
>>American girl, this place has lost all interest. What
>>about finding another place to drink?”
>>
>>“Be my guest.” Geoff shrugged. “You’re the one who
>>invited yourself along. I don’t mind if you split.”
>And Geoff is so smooth. Good man, that ,
He's starting to become intrigued by this woman sitting across from him. He was interested before, but he's realizing there's more to her than meets the eye, and he doesn't mind a bit if Mike makes himself scarce.
>
>but the fact that
>>Geoff looked like a tiger about to pounce made her
>>shake as adrenaline rushed through her bloodstream.
>>His eyes had become almost golden, and the dangerous,
>>flat glare he directed at Mike looked like something
>>out of an old Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom
>>episode.
> Any episode where a large feline predator is
>stalking his prey. From his description I'd say a
>lion.
I agree, lion is better than tiger. Whew! I thought I was the only one who remembered good old Marlin Perkins and poor, always-in-danger Jim.
>>
>
>The dust hadn’t settled when the waitress returned with
>>the coffee Geoff had asked for.
>>
>>Sherry glared at the woman’s back as she leaned over
>>the table to place the tray in front of Geoff, all but
>>pressing her breasts in his face. Forgetting her new
>>position as public spectacle, Sherry snapped her
>>fingers in the direction of the waitress.
>>
>>“Hey! Bambi, or whatever your name is.” She narrowed
>>her eyes as the woman turned toward her. “We ordered
>>coffee, not a peep show. Get lost.”
>Have I mentioned how much I love this woman?
>LOL..."Bambi or whatever..."
My apologies to anyone named Bambi, but to me it's always been the International Hoochie-Mama Name.
>
>“Damn it. Don’t they have anything else to do besides
>stare at us?”
>>
>>“Don’t let it bother you.” Geoff grinned. “Who cares
>>what they think?”
>>
>>“I do.” Sherry looked up at him, frowning. “I have
>>to.”
> I never thought about it, but Sherry is so right.
>Good girl for tell Goeff to cool it.
Believe me, it's in every employee handbook of every radio/television station in America. Do what you want, just don't let anyone see you and don't get caught!
>>“Why should you?” Sherry took a sip of coffee.
>>“After all, it’s not your job on the line.”
>>
>>He looked up and smiled. “And neither is yours.
>>We’ll just sit here being circumspect and drinking
>>coffee, and talk about things like heavy literature.”
>>
>>Sherry laughed, relieved he seemed to understand. “I
>>didn’t say we had to be boring. But no scenes in the
>>French Quarter, okay? I need my job.”
>>
>>“Done.” Geoff clinked his cup against hers.
>I can't wait for more of this. Have I made myself
>clear? ;-) Each voice is so distinct, you know who is
>talking and the action was meshed right in seamlessly.
>Love it!
>Hugs, Debi
Thank you! I think with a little tweaking, this one's going to be a keeper!
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