Project Milk: Chapter Fourteen.
Finally some guy with greased-up hair and a leather jacket came up to us. He snapped his fingers and went like, "Eyyyy!" with both his thumbs up.
So I was like, "Omigawd. You can’t be serious."
Some guy came running up to him like, "Hey, Funzy, I need your advice. There’s this swell chick who I really wanna fuck. How can I make her have sex with me?"
"It’s as easy as this!" Without looking back he thumped a girl sitting behind him with the side of his fist.
She turned to him, all smiles. "Oh, Funzy, I’d love to have sex with you!"
"Perfectamundo! I’ll see you in my office in five minutes! Eyyy!"
"Okay!" She jumped up and flounced past us into the guys’ room.
Funzy turned back to the other guy, who was practically drooling in admiration. "Eyyy!"
"Funzy, that was incredible!"
"Perfectamundo! So you just go and fist the crap outta that chick!"
"Thanks, Funzy!"
"Oh, and…eyyy!" He shot his hand into his pocket, whipped out some condoms and tossed them at the guy. "Always protectamundo!"
This is one of the most horrible passages I've ever written. Yet it's part of Chapter Fourteen, which I wrote tonight. It's about long enough, so I'll break the next events of the scene into the next chapter. These two chapters will tie together the 13 earlier ones and the as-yet unnumbered later ones.
It's nice to be writing again, at least. Last night I was working on another late chapter. Hopefully I can stay on track for at least a day or two.
So I was like, "Omigawd. You can’t be serious."
Some guy came running up to him like, "Hey, Funzy, I need your advice. There’s this swell chick who I really wanna fuck. How can I make her have sex with me?"
"It’s as easy as this!" Without looking back he thumped a girl sitting behind him with the side of his fist.
She turned to him, all smiles. "Oh, Funzy, I’d love to have sex with you!"
"Perfectamundo! I’ll see you in my office in five minutes! Eyyy!"
"Okay!" She jumped up and flounced past us into the guys’ room.
Funzy turned back to the other guy, who was practically drooling in admiration. "Eyyy!"
"Funzy, that was incredible!"
"Perfectamundo! So you just go and fist the crap outta that chick!"
"Thanks, Funzy!"
"Oh, and…eyyy!" He shot his hand into his pocket, whipped out some condoms and tossed them at the guy. "Always protectamundo!"
This is one of the most horrible passages I've ever written. Yet it's part of Chapter Fourteen, which I wrote tonight. It's about long enough, so I'll break the next events of the scene into the next chapter. These two chapters will tie together the 13 earlier ones and the as-yet unnumbered later ones.
It's nice to be writing again, at least. Last night I was working on another late chapter. Hopefully I can stay on track for at least a day or two.