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I chose the following scene from Iron Thirst. It's just a fun scene that I had a great time writing. Felicity had been waiting for days to see Blake again. She was convinced he was never coming back. At the coaxing of her sister, she decided to let her hair down a bit, and well... this happens...
“Fee, door!” Kim yells.
I run to the door and take a quick glance through the peephole. “Shhh,it’s him,” I try to whisper, but it’s not very quiet.
I fling the door open, and there stands Blake, little twigs of hair fallinginto his eyes. He’s wearing a white button up shirt under a black dress coat,with dark blue jeans, and a smile as big as you please.
“I was wondering when you’d show up,” I say. It comes out a little slurred.
“I would have been here sooner, but--” he says, leaning in. I think hejust sniffed me. “Felicity, you’re drunk.”
“Jus’ a lil.” I fall backwards, and let the wall hold me up for a littlewhile. It wasn’t doing anything important. “Hey, Sis! Ain’t he a tall drink ahan’some?”
“Water, Fee!” she yells back at me.
“No, thank you, but I’ll take more rum.”
Blake laughs, but tries to cover it with a cough. “No, no, you don’t.No more rum for you. You have had enough,” he says.
“You’re not the boss of me,” I state.
“You’re right, but I do care.” Aww, now that makes me feel all warm andfuzzy inside.
Kim comes back from the kitchen. I notice that she did not bring rum.“You must be the infamous Blake. Heard all about you. I’m her sister, Kim.She’s being rude. Come on in.”
“It’s ok. She’s had a lot to deal with the last week or so,” Blakesays. “I’m not staying.”
“He always leaves.” Dammit. That was supposed to be internal dialogue.Blake laughs at this. Nice to know I’m so freaking funny.
“Felicity, I really needed to talk to you, but I can see now is not thebest time. Please meet me at my office at seven o’clock tomorrow night. Youshould be sober by then.”
I open my mouth to talk, but he doesn’t let me finish. “Come with me,”he says, leading me to the kitchen, pulling me by the hand as my feet flopalong behind him.
He pulls a card from his wallet, and then a pen from a pocket insidehis jacket. He leans on the countertop and writes something. I press my backagainst the refrigerator, and turn my head to take in the beautiful sight ofhim.
He walks over to me, standing so close I can feel his heat. He reachesout one of his hands and places it on the refrigerator behind my head. He’sgoing to kiss me. I can feel it. I close my eyes and push my lips out toreceive his kiss, and wait. And wait. Nothing. It doesn’t come.
I open my left eye to peak up at him, and now he is definitely laughingat me. “I put my business card on your fridge. It has the time, the address,and my phone number,” he says.
I can feel my face turning into a beet. “Fine. I’ll be there,” I say.It sounds huffy.
“Don’t be mad. I was going to come sooner, but it’s been crazy. Pleasecome see me tomorrow,” he says, taking my hand.
“I said I’d be there.” Drunk people don’t turn off angry very easily.“Well, you had to go.”
He turns and walks to the door, and I follow him. He opens it andstands in the entryway. “Felicity, please take care of yourself. I’ll see youtomorrow.” Then he bends down and kisses me on the forehead. I melt.
“I will be there.” This time I’m sweet about it. I shut the door andjust lean against it.
“Well, that went well,” says Kim, handing me another pina colada.
Hope you enjoyed it!