Good morning, my invisible audience! Yesterday, I mentioned that I was atrocious at writing dialogue, so I figured that today, I'd try to remedy that, the only way I know how: Practice, practice, practice! So without further ado, I will start this scene.
Setting: A Las Vegas coffee shop.
Woman: D'you mind if I sit here?
Man: No, it's no problem at all. Shit, you look rough. Are you okay?
Her: I haven't been sleeping lately. Anyway, what are you doing in a coffee shop without any coffee?
Him: I like the atmosphere. Also, I've already got a drink.
Her: What's in that flask?
Him: Southern Comfort. You want any?
Her: It's eight in the morning!
Him: Not in Australia, it isn't.
Her: And besides that, I have to work in an hour!
Him: What do you do?
Her: Oh, I'm just a cubicle drone. Yourself?
Him: I'm a professional hypnotist. Or at least, I was.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is the beginnning to a story that I was prompted with over the summer. Oddly enough, I only just got around to writing anything about it. I'll admit, this isn't exactly the longest post I've ever written, but it's the thought that counts, right? Also, as a special treat to myself, because I can't come up with ideas that well with a computer program breathing down my neck, I am providing you with no idea of how long this took, or the word count. Until my next post, I bid you adieu!
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