I've decided to take a break from posting more on the Bus Stop/Shooting story and am going to move on for a little bit. I need to do some more work on that one before I post more. My Writing Fiction professor has us do exercises to expand our writing abilities and work on certain elements of writing stories, so this week she had us eavesdrop on a conversation and turn it into a scene with dialogue.
Here's the preface: I went to the coffee shop on campus to work on some homework and to try to listen in on a conversation. It was rather interesting.
Thanks to the Barista
Reluctantly Molly walked into the coffee shop; she had seen him in there and had been avoiding him. She desperately needed her caffeine fix. Mondays are the worst. She kept her head turned away from him and tried ordering her coffee with a British accent so he wouldn’t notice her voice.
“I’m sorry,” said the barista, “what did you want.”
“A tall mocha with a hint of mint,” she said, abandoning the accent.
“Trying something new,” he asked.
Molly turned in his direction; it wasn’t in her nature to be rude. “I guess I am just stuck in character,” she said.
“How was your weekend?”
“It was fine. How about yours?”
“I didn’t drink at all this weekend I had to start a paper Friday night and on Saturday I volunteered to be a sober cab.”
“When is that paper due?”
“Next Tuesday I think.”
“Oh good, I have time to start it then.”
“Anyways, on Saturday we went out and I was the sober cab. My roommate, he’s diabetic so he shouldn’t be drinking as much as he does. Seriously, he can do a 24 pack in a day. He was so drunk on Saturday night. He ran up the stairs in our apartment and I heard a loud crash and when I got up the stairs I saw him on the ground.”
She rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.
He continued. “I had to pick him up and literally carry him over my shoulder.”
“Oh my gosh, really.”
“Yea, he just kept falling and falling and I had to pick him up every time.”
“It is kind of fun to watch people when you’re sober,” she said.
“I hate watching people when I’m sober. I can’t stand being the only sober one.”
“Why?”
“Because they want you to drink and they won’t give up. They always want you to drink and they don’t care if you’re driving later. I’d like to but I know that I can’t drive after a beer.”
“You should have gone to a closer party.”
“We wanted to go see some people who came up from the cities. I was the only one with a full tank of gas since my parents give me money for that.”
“That’s nice.”
“One time, I told my friends I was pregnant so they would stop harassing me to drink.”
“I can’t believe you’d say that to get out of drinking.”
“I told them I wasn’t the next day though. I really didn’t want to drink.”
“Traditional mocha with a hint of mint,” the barista called out.
“That’s me, gotta run.”
“Catch you later Molly,” he hollered after her as she was walking out the door.
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