- Joined
- May 9, 2013
- Messages
- 508
- Reaction score
- 50
- Location
- Dusseldorf, Germany
- Website
- www.tollins.blogspot.de
From the novel I'm working right now *language, mature* eek:
“Know what a rent boy is, Mike?”
“I don’t give a shit what a rent boy is, Kione.”
“He liked short shorts. You like short shorts? I can totally see you in short shorts.”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
The cell went silent. Kione watched me, no expression.
I looked away.
“Tell me what happened in Galveston,” he said.
Jesus Christ. “I already told you what happened in Galveston. I was there a week, we screwed around, I went home.”
“I think something happened between you and John Sinclair.”
“Think what you want.”
Kione pushed himself up and joined me at the gate. We both turned around and held onto the bars, staring into the empty hallway.
Finally, I said, “Just let it go.”
“Let what go?”
“It. Everything. This conversation.”
Love this. Nothing like one person not wanting to even bother talking to make a great conversation.
Got a dialogue one for you. A phone call between a cocky son telling his mother about getting a place to stay. Probably a little bit non-pc. (Mum begins)
“And you can stay with him?”
“He offered, yeah. His girlfriend is away studying in America for a semester. Probably a masters in the relevance of lesbian tractor manufacture in the twenty-first century.”
“And tractors can be lesbians how, exactly?”
“I'm sure there's a course in it.”
“Don't be an idiot, Jason. It doesn't suit you. So what did Hugh say?”
“Said he'd be glad of the company. Money no problem. Just like paradise.”
“But?”
“Come on, mum. He's a nice bloke, but if boring is an art form, he's right up there with the Mona Lisa. You remember what he's like. I have to make jokes just to entertain myself.”
“Like you don't do that anyway?”
“What can I say? I've got a short attention span.”