Prompt #31: Overheard Dialogue
Hello fellow Scribblers!
The first part of this post is to again say thank you to flutttterby for all her hard work, and to also introduce myself as a new mod who will be helping out here. As someone who no longer has to worry about homework from school, I decided to create my own homework by helping out here (and what wonderful homework it is)!
It's my ( Read more... )
The first part of this post is to again say thank you to flutttterby for all her hard work, and to also introduce myself as a new mod who will be helping out here. As someone who no longer has to worry about homework from school, I decided to create my own homework by helping out here (and what wonderful homework it is)!
It's my ( Read more... )
Title: A Couple of Galahs
Rating: PG
Warnings: (for unaltered version on journal) One word which might be considered a swearword by some people, one sexual reference and liberal use of the word 'mate'.
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He swung open the door and the aircon ate him up him like it was a hungry polar bear. Now he could feel how dry his skin really was. His eczema was going to give him hell tonight, already he could feel his arms itching where they bent, and his sweat had made them flare and burn.
"Aw, Rob, Great day to be stuck inside, eh?"
"Mate I can't imagine being out in that. Might even turn up the aircon a bit."
Jarred felt the weight in his arms and remembered that the bliss of the cold air was only temporary. He walked over to the store's counter, and placed the box in front of the two laughing clowns behind it, "Hah. Hilarious," he tapped in his roommate's name on the handheld and held it and the piddly plastic pen out for a signature, "Oh yeah, Robbo, I'm going to my parents' tonight so you can deal with the broken heater yourself. Was sitting over 30 when I left"
Jarred wore a smug grin of his own as Rob tapped out his signature with a glare, and Dion cracked up again. That laugh. It was more of a cackle, but Jarred wasn't sure if you were allowed to call a guy's laugh a cackle.
"What time d'you finish up today?" Jarred watched the counter as Rob leaned on it, and he could see that the heat from Rob's arm was making the glass fog up. Jarred wondered how long he could stall in the chill before he'd be late for his next delivery. He had aircon in the truck but it was as effective as a broken fridge.
"Five, I've got three more before I have to check off," he tapped absent-mindedly on handheld, "Drinks tonight?"
"Buddy Oats!" Dion piped up once more, Rob had been about to answer but looked over at his workmate instead, a look of confusion that matched Jarred's.
"'Buddy Oats'? What the hell is that?"
"Name of a mate's dog"
Jarred scoffed, "As you do"
Rob was apparently willing for more conversation, "How... How is that a response to anything?"
"Buddy Oats... Like, you know...?"
Jarred looked at his watch. Time up.
"As much as I'd love to talk about dogs..." he shoved the handheld back into its place on his belt, "I have to go and get cooked again"
"See ya afterwards mate"
"Yeah sure. Wasn't kidding about the heater, by the way," Jarred grinned, and felt the flames burn up his arms as he stepped back out into the Summer.
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The dialogue in here is really good.
Sorry I'm so bad with concrit. I just end up liking everything :)
And sorry about the comment being late - LJ is still being fussy with letting me know about things :/
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