Here's a tidbit from something new I'm working on, a contemporary set in Playa Del Carmen, Mexico, at a destination wedding. It's giving me fits, so who knows what will become of this one. Here's a bit of dialogue I like, though. The bride is trying to fix Ally, the maid of honor, our heroine, up with the best man, but she's more interested in Andrew, another member of the wedding party. Andrew knows about the fix-up and can tell she's tepid about it, so he asks her what she thinks of the best man:
"I just met him, obviously, but he seems nice," Ally said.
"Oh, come on."
"What?"
"You don't describe a guy you're interested in as 'nice.' 'Nice' is the lady at the flu clinic when you're a kid. She lies and tells you the shot won't hurt a bit, and then gives you a sucker after you scream your head off."
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