Here's an excerpt from one of my current WIPs, working title Professor Plum. This is very rough and unedited, as evidenced by the unfinished names in this draft.
Jayden
Ten inebriated students fall about on the makeshift stage,
shoving each other, laughing and generally dicking about. Their high spirits
hide their nervousness, I’m sure of it. I’m more relaxed. I’m standing there
waiting to go to my doom because it is
what it is. My motto. There are bigger things to get riled up about in this
life, like global warming or the dictators having the world in a choke-hold.
This isn’t worth a drop of worried sweat. It’s something I step over on my path
to… whatever. The only way I’ll start to sweat tonight is if I’m auctioned off
to him.
I can see him standing at the bar. He sticks out like
a sore thumb, a head taller than most of the men here tonight at six-two or
three. He’s become my nemesis and I want to do all I can to stay under his
radar.
Professor Plum. The jokes have been done to death and yet they still get whispered as he approaches.
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