Here were the lines to include in the scene/passage:
- “We’re going to need a bigger boat!”
- “Get your stinkin’ hands off me, you damn, dirty ape!”
- “All that glistens is not gold.”
- “If it’s illegal to rock and roll, throw my ass in jail!”
- “I have the simplest tastes; I’m always satisfied with the best.”
And…here’s my passage (word count: 531)
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“Get your stinkin’ hands off me, you damn, dirty ape!”
The woman’s cries were well heard through the halls of Deck 11. Russell wasn’t the only one who had peered out from his cabin.
The gal must have been in her early thirties, with amber hair and fair skin. She bolted out of her room several doors down like she was running from flames; a silver-haired man in a tuxedo was trailing her, favoring her with a devilish grin that made Russell want to sock him right then and there.
“Aw, baby cakes, you’re breakin’ my heart,” he said with a hammy wave of his hand. “What did you think I meant when I asked you up here?”
The woman glared back at him, the mascara on her face beginning to run with tears. “Not that!”
The man held a hand over his heart and another in the air with his arm bent at the elbow as if he was giving an oath. Then he said, “Well now, if it’s illegal to rock and roll, throw my ass in jail, why don’tcha?”
The woman cast out grunt and continued her retreat.
The ship’s rocking was getting more intense as they hit deeper waters but, for the first time since leaving the port, Russ wasn’t thinking about the twisting of his stomach. He took two steps forward down the hallway, allowing the distraught woman to pass, and shot dagger eyes at the older man.
“My, my,” the man said. “We have ourselves a cowboy here, don’t we?”
“It’s time you leave her alone,” Russ said, making sure to puff out his chest a bit to show he was serious.
The older man only laughed. “All that glistens is not gold, kid. She ain’t the innocent sweetheart as she appears to be.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Russ could feel the chill of sweat break through the pores of his forehead. He had been in fights before…when he had to… but never with such an older man. Yet he’d seen some who sure could scrap and knew he couldn’t take this one for granted.
The older man chuckled. “It means that I have the simplest tastes; I’m always satisfied with the best.”
Russell stared blankly.
“She’s a whore, dumbass,” and suddenly the man’s tone deepened as his face twisted into a scowl. “And you, in all your wisdom, drove her away, though she’d been paid good an’ proper.”
Still with a dumbfounded expression on his face, Russell blurted out: “But prostitution is illegal, and…even though we’re in international waters…”
“And what’re they going to do to me? Toss me in jail? I’m older than death and thought I’d get in at least one last good night before the Good Man snuffed me of breath!”
With that, the old man returned to his cabin, slamming the door behind him. Russ stood in the hallway, befuddled and staring at several others who were equally befuddled and standing at their doorways. The woman was gone, though nobody seemed to know where to.
After taking a moment to compose himself, Russ sighed and muttered, “We’re going to need a bigger boat!” before returning to his own cabin.