Toga Party (November 2014 Quotables Challenge)

Photo Source:  goodforgary.com

Photo Source: goodforgary.com

 Oops. I forgot to complete the November 2014 Quotables Challenge. Check out more Quotables challenges to get over your writer’s block.

Here’s my attempt:

The Challenge–use the following quotes in a scene.

  • “If it bleeds, we can kill it.”
  • “A boy’s best friend is his mother.”
  • “Toga! Toga!”
  • “I’m king of the world!”
  • “La la la la la la la la!”

 

“Toga! Toga!”

The chants grew louder and louder until Matt thought his eardrums might burst. He didn’t care, though; his buzz had reached new heights and the effects of the noise somehow made it more difficult to walk—and he found that hilarious.

“Bro, you were supposed to wear a toga to this party! How’d you get in?” Sam was a year behind Matt; in grade, not in age, and only because he failed a third of his classes in the second semester of the last school year. He didn’t seem to mind. His parents were flipping the bill and he seemed happy to stay at Blair University for as long as they’d have him.

“I’m King of the world!” someone shouted from the other side of the room. This was quickly followed by a crashing of glass. Matt looked over past the crowd of bare-shouldered drunkards to find a guy named Glenn being helped off the floor amidst a sprinkling of glass shards.

Sam quickly lost interest in Matt and was pushing his way through the crowd for a better view of the mishap. Several more called out “Party foul” and “Drinkitoffthefloor!”

Glenn would not drink the spilt beverage off the floor. Matt wasn’t sure he’d even be able to stay on his feet, but he wouldn’t get to see—his attention was turned to a beautiful girl murmuring in his ear.

“If it bleeds, we can kill it.”

Matt snorted a laugh. “I’m not sure that one bleeds, Jackie.”

“They all bleed,” she said, her gorgeous brown eyes staring in judgment at the brutish man with glass stuck in his arm. She always came to these things sober, but she always came.

She’s here for you, Matt. You know she is.

“Don’t you have a test in the morning?” she asked with a sly grin. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, your mother would be ashamed.”

Matt stuffed his fingers into his ears and gave an obnoxious, “Can’t hear you…la la la la la la la!

Jackie’s grin turned into a full-fledged smile. “Awwww being a mama’s boy is nothing to be ashamed of. A boy’s best friend is his mother, after all.”

“Shut up, sis,” he grumbled. “I know you’re here to take me home. How’d she find out about this?”

“Tell you what,” Jackie said. “Don’t tell her I stayed, and I’ll tell her I found you at the library.”

“Deal.”

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About authorphilpartington

Phil is a writing enthusiast of many years, having been published in numerous online and national print trade and sports publications over the past decade. He has spent the past five years delving back into the world of fiction writing, focussing on the fantasy, horror and suspense genres. Deshay of the Woods is his first novel.
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