The Luck of The Irish

Fellow author Nadja Notariani posted a Lucky Seven Meme yesterday. I've not done a whole lot of memes on here, but thought this could be a fun one. The premise is this:

1. Go to page 77 of your current MS/WIP 
2. Go to line 7 
3. Copy down the next 7 lines, sentences, or paragraphs, and post them as they're written. 
4. Tag 7 authors

Now, I'm going to have to modify this a bit. My latest WIP didn't have 77 pages. It was a novelette. So I'm going to pick my favorite number and go to page 17. I'll do two and three as advertised, but I don't think I know seven authors to tag. At least not seven authors that would pay attention to my tags. So I'll just say it right now: if you're reading this and want to do the meme. Consider yourself tagged. You can even leave a comment and I'll give you a proper link.

We'll go with seven paragraphs from page 17. This is also unedited, so feel free to point out errors. Here it goes:

“Probably has a thing for blondes,” Mark muttered.

He’d not meant it seriously, but Sally was nodding. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I remind him of a lost love or something romantic like that.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Okay, so we arm ourselves with culinary additives and religious idols, you walk in and flash him, and then what, we ask him politely to put on pants?”

“Oh yeah! The pants!”

Mark seemed to be conjuring a mental image of his description. “It’s pretty counterproductive to putting on pants if you ask me,” he said, but Sally wasn’t paying attention.

She had the note out. “The pants make him human. We won’t necessarily need a stake. We could use, well… anything. Do you own a gun, Mark?”

Mark blinked. “A gun? No I don’t have a gun. And even if I did I wouldn’t let you use it. Sal, you’re talking about murdering a man.”

 There you have it. A nice little exchange smack in the middle of the story. Well, I guess it's still pretty early, but fun nonetheless.