[Original: Drabble] "Lady of the Mid-Evening" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Lady of the Mid-Evening
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: Masquerade (Star Wars, X-Wing, Rogue Squadron comic #8, by Michael A. Stackpole, Drew Johnson & Gary Hall)
Word Count: 248
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke goes undercover as a working girl- for a few minutes.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Lady of the Mid-Evening
Usually, I was anybody’s last choice for undercover work. Not that I wasn’t good at it- I’d always had a particular talent for improv- but the truth was that I’m a vampire, and it was harder for me to go undercover than the average human cop.
Still, once in a while, especially for very short stints, I was the only person available, and even more rarely, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing that we only had seconds to prepare.
“Backup is ten minutes away,” said Howell, keeping his eye on the known drug dealer and suspected murderer currently having a hurried discussion with an equally-dodgy-looking man on a street corner of the warehouse district. “Can you distract him that long?”
“I…” I began, running through a dozen scenarios in my mind. “I’ll need your t-shirt, sir.”
Howell shrugged off his uniform jacket, then peeled out of his plain black t-shirt. This would never work for the long-run, but for the ten minutes until another patrol arrived, it would do. I took off my own jacket and pulled his t-shirt over my own, then wriggled out of it, followed by my uniform pants. I put my boots back onto bare feet, and when I stood, my borrowed shirt fell almost to my knees. I yanked the pins out of my hair and ruffled it.
“How do I look?”
“Like a hooker,” said Howell, and I grinned.
The drug dealer was still distracted when our backup arrived five whole minutes late.
THE END
Current Mood:
cynical
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: Masquerade (Star Wars, X-Wing, Rogue Squadron comic #8, by Michael A. Stackpole, Drew Johnson & Gary Hall)
Word Count: 248
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke goes undercover as a working girl- for a few minutes.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Lady of the Mid-Evening
Usually, I was anybody’s last choice for undercover work. Not that I wasn’t good at it- I’d always had a particular talent for improv- but the truth was that I’m a vampire, and it was harder for me to go undercover than the average human cop.
Still, once in a while, especially for very short stints, I was the only person available, and even more rarely, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing that we only had seconds to prepare.
“Backup is ten minutes away,” said Howell, keeping his eye on the known drug dealer and suspected murderer currently having a hurried discussion with an equally-dodgy-looking man on a street corner of the warehouse district. “Can you distract him that long?”
“I…” I began, running through a dozen scenarios in my mind. “I’ll need your t-shirt, sir.”
Howell shrugged off his uniform jacket, then peeled out of his plain black t-shirt. This would never work for the long-run, but for the ten minutes until another patrol arrived, it would do. I took off my own jacket and pulled his t-shirt over my own, then wriggled out of it, followed by my uniform pants. I put my boots back onto bare feet, and when I stood, my borrowed shirt fell almost to my knees. I yanked the pins out of my hair and ruffled it.
“How do I look?”
“Like a hooker,” said Howell, and I grinned.
The drug dealer was still distracted when our backup arrived five whole minutes late.
THE END
Current Mood:
cynical