Writing Prompt-and-Share #31

Prompt-and-Share: Word Prompt Thursday! Plot is of obvious importance to any story. Though stories can be very different, let’s focus on the basics. There needs to be a character in your story, at least one. It has to happen somewhere, so we need a setting. Finally we need a conflict and a resolution.
So from now on, Thursdays prompts are going to focus on a random word generated Prompt-and-Share centering on plot. That’s right folks, we are putting some rhyme and reason into this chaos of Prompt-and-Share madness! The rules will be a little more strict, please adhere to them, they are there for YOU to learn how to work your creativity within certain guidelines.

Remember:
#1 -At least one character
#2 – A conflict AND a resolution
#3 – Give us a setting
#4 – Your story must include the 3 random words chosen
#5 – No more than 250 words please
#6 – Have fun with it! Today’s random words thanks to http://watchout4snakes.com/creativitytools/RandomWord/RandomWordPlus.aspx


Downright
Spike
Risking

“Did someone spike your drink or something?” he asked.

“What ever do you mean?” she batted her eyelashes at him.

He brushed her hand off of his shoulder. “What I mean is, we’ve been coming to the same bar for months, I’ve asked you for your number a dozen times and you’ve never even given me the time of day. What’s with the heavy come-ons?”

She shimmied onto the stool next to him and rubbed her thigh purposefully against his. “Can’t a girl just change her mind? Did you ever stop to think,” she licked the straw in her cocktail suggestively, “that maybe I’m just shy?”

He jerked his head around to face her. “You know, maybe at the beginning I did. Maybe before I saw you mount a guy by the pool table. Maybe before I watched you leave with a different bloke every night, maybe then. Maybe then I thought you were shy, but reality kicked in sweetheart,” he snapped.

She wasn’t the least bit phased by his tantrum, in fact she seemed to be enjoying his rage. With the tip of her tongue, she teased the cherry from the end of the yellow plastic sword that garnished her drink. “Well, that’s downright naughty of you to think I’m easy,” she teased with a little pout.

He stood up trying to ignore the twitch in is trousers, slapped a twenty on the bar and looked deeply into her green eyes. He continued to stare her down until she blushed and looked away. He leaned in close, nuzzled her hair and whispered softly in her ear, “I don’t do whores baby, risking disease isn’t my thing.”