Hey, hey! I haven’t forgotten to write, honest. I’m currently working on a NaNo project. It is book three in a series I want to focus on for a while and hopefully see published. But, I thought I’d share one of my favorite scenes so far. I know it still needs work, but I am trying hard not to go back and edit before I’m done with NaNo or I’ll never get the project finished. So, here it is in the raw.
He left his jacket unzipped, allowing the grip of his blaster to flash just a little. Grobish’s was not a nice place even under the best circumstances, and these were not the best of circumstances. Not by a long shot.
Devin pushed his way through the dilapidated wooden door. He thought it was the same one from when he had been here for Yordani’s downfall seven years ago. The dingy, dim interior had not changed much, either. Hazy blue smoke whirled and eddied around the room in a half-hearted response to the two ceiling fans spinning lazily. One wobbled now because of two missing blades.
That’s new. About the only thing that is in here. Even Old Man Mac is still behind the bar.
A new man popped up in Devin’s face from the table near the door. Devin stopped. His left hand drifted toward the small of his back where a blade lay hidden, and his right rested on the grip of his blaster.
“Your kind ain’t welcome in here.”
Devin quirked an eyebrow. “Since when? I suggest you back up out of my space before you regret it, young man.”
The kid snorted. “Whatever, old man. You UEG scum ain’t welcome in here.”
“You’re in luck then. I ain’t UEG. Leastwise, not anymore.”
“Whatever. Get out.”
Devin took a step forward. He loomed over the kid, who could not have been more than twenty standard years old.
“Listen and listen well. You have no idea who you are messing with. I will ask you one more time, politely, to get the hell out of my space before that fool mouth of yours gets you into more trouble than you know what to do with.”
“Jamie!” Old Man Mac had taken notice of the disagreement. “You let him in here and sit your fool ass down. Don’t be messing with shit you know nothing about.”
“But, Uncle!”
“Boy.” Only a fool could have missed the warning note in Old Man Mac’s voice. “I won’t be responsible for what happens if you keep acting the fool. Walk away while you still can.”
Jamie looked over his shoulder at Old Man Mac and back to Devin several times. His brow furrowed and his mouth turned down in a tight-lipped frown. Devin saw him clench and unclench his fists several times. Then he deflated and stepped aside.
“Wise move,” Devin said as he headed for the bar.
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