Welcome again to the Sunday Snip, which is my opportunity to share a snippet of something I’ve written. Today’s snip comes from a short that I wrote for the POP!Tober Fiction challenge back in October. It was a fun romp and I’m planning a sequel.
She’s a hot little thing; you know how I like them. Thin but nice body, something to hang on to with no leftovers. Cute face, something exotic about her. She looked different than the other girls because she was dressed simply—a tank top and a short skirt. The other girls may as well have been wearing tiaras and evening gowns. So overdressed and over done. It doesn’t take all that, ladies.
Anyway, the nice simple girl came on over. Took the seat next to me. Crossed a leg—I guess to let me know she thought her legs were nice enough to be showing off. And they were.
“What’s up?” she said. All cool and shit, but her voice was quivering. She’s revving herself up here. I know the type. I see the signs.
“Not too much,” I said, throwing her a bone. Her eyes lit up like Christmas. She flashed a smile at me, two rows of pearly whites in a mouth big enough for my—well, I won’t get too crass, but you know where I’m going. “You know them?” I pointed to the gentlemen throwing the party that night.
“We hang out here and there. They invited me over, said they had a special guest I might like.” She winked. “I guess you’re him?”
“I hope so, otherwise there’s someone way more important here.” She laughed again, loud and obnoxious. It wasn’t that funny of a joke.
I let my eyes wander around the room, taking in more of the scene. From the looks of it, most people are little sauced. They’re loud, words slurring in unimportant arguments like how some show called How I Met Your Mother is going to end, or which dude on Big Bang Theory is the smart guy and which is the douche. I have no idea what they’re arguing about, but watching them is entertaining.
“So how do these guys luck out with you at their party?” She asked me, interrupting my entertainment, nodding in the direction of the same dudes.
“One of them is my intern. He did me a favor. I repaid it. No big deal. Then he said there’d be some drinks and food so stop on by. Here I am.”
“Drinking and eating.”
“Like a regular person.”
“So you’re a regular person?”
“I hope so, otherwise… wait, I told that joke already.” She laughed again, but more subdued, this time. We’re back on track. “So what’s your name?”
“Jessica. Nice to meet you.” I stuck out my hand to shake hers. She took it. “I’m JC.”
“Special guest, regular person.”
“So do you slum around here often? Downtown LA doesn’t seem like your pace.”
“Really? What’s my pace?”
She pondered for a moment before laying out the most obvious answers. “West Hollywood. Beverly Hills. Malibu.”
I shuddered at the thought of the other end of the Sunset Strip. Totally not my scene. “I hate Beverly Hills. I live in West Hollywood. Gotta leave home sometimes. Malibu’s like paradise… you don’t appreciate how peaceful and tranquil it is if you live there.”
She laughed, dipping her head so her chin sat in the palm of her hand. “You’re funny.”
“I’m funny? What do you mean? Funny how?”
“Just funny,” she answered, shrugging one shoulder. One of her earrings, big silver hoops, swung back and forth, catching the overhead light. “You’re kind of deep. But not really. Fake deep.”
“Fake… what? I’m not trying to be deep. I’m just… you asked me a question.”
“I know. That’s why you’re funny.”
I shook my head. “I don’t get it.”
“I don’t think you’re supposed to. You’re unintentionally funny.”
See you next week!