STORY STARTER

Submitted by Maranda Quinn

"Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we? You and I both know we’re not here for small talk.”

Write a story that includes this line of speech.

Another Damsel In Distress

**_(Not my best work, it’s kinda more of a stubborn argument than anything. Please give feedback.) _**


Rook tried to smile when the woman entered the dimly lit tavern.


Yes, she was beautiful. No, there was no sign of evil in those sea-blue eyes. She just looked as if it were his job to solve her problems, which most people think.


“Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?” Rook tried to twist his lips into his default smirk, but it only turned into a grimace. “You and I both know we’re not here for small talk.”


“It was terrible!” The woman whined, sitting down dramatically.


He grit his teeth. Instead of answering, he called for beer from a bartender. Luckily the tavern was mostly empty, except for the lonely souls hidden in shadows, so his mug arrived quickly.


Rook took a swig, as the woman continued.


“H-he looked me up and down, then began to follow me down the streets!” Her accent was so annoying.


He sighed, “Can you stop whatever that is?” He motioned a hand vaguely towards her.


The damsel raised a brow, “What?”


“Acting like the world’s going to end.” Rook growled harshly, taking another swig from his tankard and leaning back in his chair.


“Well, maybe mine will!” She yelled defensively, obviously offended.


He laughed, “Then why am I dealing with that?”


The woman was silent. Finally, silence.


“You’re supposed to help people! That’s your job!” She managed after only a few seconds of quiet.


He knew that. But he was supposed to solve crimes, not a pair of wondering eyes. There had been way too many of these complaints. Complaints! Not anything serious, just the minor thing that alters someone’s mood slightly. The kind of problem someone like him didn’t care about!


“Fine.” He breathed after finishing his beer. “What did he do after that?”


“He was planning something! Something big!” Her eyes went wide once more, her hand resting on her forehead theatrically.


Rook placed his feet on the table and crossed them, is hands behind his head. Luckily his boots blocked her face. “I’m planning something too. Planning on cutting my hair, it’s getting too long don’t you think?”


That’s when she stormed out of the tavern. Peace.

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