Use the phrase 'super fabulous perfume!' in your novel. (cont.)
Use the phrase 'super fabulous perfume!' in your novel.
+ if the characters have a whole conversation about the super fabulous perfume, and call it 'super fabulous perfume' rather than just 'perfume' throughout the entire conversation
+ if the super fabulous perfume is for a male
+ if he's not happy with wearing super fabulous perfume but must do so anyway
This scene is set at the fundraiser for Tara's drama group, and carries directly on from the one in which Lottie is forced to buy an Italian bracelet and concludes in the episode in which the group realises that Ryan has stolen forty cakes. Continuity In my NaNoWriMo novel? It's astounding!
By the time Lottie and Tara found James and Ryan, they’d wandered far away from the cake stall.
“Look, I don’t care how super and fabulous your perfume is, I’m not interested in buying it!” James was exclaiming. Ryan appeared to be cowering behind him, attempting to edge away from the group of hippy girls who had ambushed James.
“I told him not to wear his suit to the fundraiser,” Lottie sighed. “But he wouldn’t listen to me.
“Does he ever listen to you?” Tara raised her eyebrows questioningly as they sidled up to the table to get a better look.
“Hey, I’ll have you know that James and I have developed a very respectful relationship over the last few months,” Lottie replied.
“Respectful as in he’s glad you broke up with Dillon and the two of you sit around cracking jokes about him and drinking any leftover wine in the house?” Tara folded her arms.
“It’s not like you can drink the wine anyway,” Lottie said, adjusting her new Italian leather bracelet. “You’re pregnant. We did that for your own good.”
“Come on, let’s go,” James suddenly turned and started to march Ryan away from the display of perfume.
“You can’t leave, you haven’t even tested our product!” A girl with curly red hair shouted, while another sprayed perfume at James’s back.
“Argh!” He shouted, brushing at the sticky mess on the back of his neck. “Do you realise how expensive this suit is? Now it’s going to have to be dry-cleaned!”
The blonde girl put her hand on her hip. “Now you smell super fabulous,” she replied.
“I don’t want your super fabulous perfume. Why do you keep calling it that, anyway?” He continued to brush at the perfume on the back of his neck, which was now dripping down his shoulder. He sniffed his hand and grimaced.
“That’s the name of our perfume,” The red-head said, pointing at the sign to the right of the stall. “Super Fabulous Perfume.”
“For men,” a third girl added.
“You like?” The blonde fluttered her eyelids and flicked her hair over her shoulder; which was no small feat considering how long it was.
There was a time when the fluttering of a girl’s eyelids or the flicking of her hair would have immediately captivated James, but he didn’t change his tone at all, much to Lottie’s surprise.
“I’m not interested,” he said stonily. “Maybe you’ll sell more bottles of this super fabulous perfume is you stop spraying it at random strangers.”
Just then, he finally noticed that Lottie and Tara were watching the exchange.
“Can’t you control your students?” He demanded of Tara. “Come on, we’re leaving.” He grabbed Lottie and Ryan’s arms and frog-marched them out of the room.
“Wait, we can’t leave yet!” Lottie cried as Tara ran to keep up with them.
“What could you possibly want from this room?” James asked, gesturing around them.
Lottie looked sheepish. “My cake-tin?”
James rolled his eyes, then grabbed Ryan’s shoulders and pushed him in the direction of the cake stall. “Get Lottie’s tin and meet us at the car. Don’t stop or talk to anyone. They’ll probably pelt you with free hippie samples.” He turned to Tara. “Seriously, this is what you do with your life? This is your calling?” She merely smiled and shrugged. James sighed. “Let’s go. I think we’ve had enough drama for one day.”
Word count: 568