Tuesday Tickle: Flesh Market
I’m going to stick with that title until someone makes me change it. I’ve also discovered that I can compile my synopsis in Scrivener, which is AWESOME! So I can write it up as I’m working on the chapter, and then just…compile it at the end. 😀 So far, I’ve compiled it three times, just because I can.
I had a really hard time trying to figure out what to post today. I’ve been working back and forth–this book really wants to be written backwards, which is awkward, since the critique group insists on some sort of order that is relatively chronologic. So, this is from fairly early in the story, a quick introduction to Julian, and his roommate David (who doesn’t figure much in this story, but may have his own, someday). The backstory here is that David is kinky and Julian is not, and it just didn’t work, but they stayed friends. This is the night that Julian’s part in the operation kicks into gear.
Dave laughed, then sobered. “Be careful out there. This scares me.”
“You don’t think I can do it?”
“I think if anyone can do it, you can. I’m just worried about what you’ll do to yourself to win.”
“It’s not about winning—”
“With you, it’s all about winning. Why do you think—Oh, never mind.”
“No, spit it out.” Someone knocked on their door. “Damn. What, Dave?”
David glanced at the door. “Just remember all the things I taught you, before we figured out you were the anti-sub.”
“I know, stay away from the holy lube.” Julian put his hand on the doorknob, then pulled David into a hug. “I’ll be careful. And I’m just there to be camouflage for the real agent. Nothing serious will happen to me.”
“I promise.” Julian hugged him again for good measure, then opened the door.
“Hello, Julian.” It was SSA Harrow.
Some bad puns in there, and a weird movie homage. My brain does strange things when I don’t keep an eye on it.