Fictional Dialouge Sample

It hadn’t taken Layla long to decide that the blind date intended for her was a no-go. She immediately began to plot how she could get rid of ‘Wrinkled’ and continue to reel in “the one.”  For several minutes now, both have been having their private, coquettish conversation on the side. Calvin wouldn’t stop ranting long enough to ask her more than a simple yes or no question. With each quick response she gave, he would continue his tirade about something or other. Boy, could this dude go on and on about some of nothing?

 

Meanwhile, Layla remained turned toward the Adonis she peered back and forth with, focused on their flirtatious nonverbal conversation. At first, a simple smile, mouthing the word thank you to the now bottomless martini glass he was paying for. His smirk indicated he understood, and he nodded back in her direction. As the woman he sat with answered her phone, he mouthed, “You are very welcome,” and cheered across the room. She returned and began to flirt with her glass as if it were him. She used both her mouth and tongue as she drank from it, licking her lips slowly and often, finally running her fingers around the rim as she bit the bottom of her lip.

 

The heavens must have been on her side because his phone rang before Wrinkles could continue his one-sided conversation. After the initial greeting, he excused himself for a long time. He took his conversation across the bar and out of the hotel’s doors. As Layla sat, plotting in a not-so-Christian-like manner, the innocent beauty, the Adonis, was high-tailing it to the washroom after hanging up her cell. Layla watched her as she exited stage right and then zeroed her tipsy stare back onto him. She needed him to break the silence or at least close the distance between them. Her nonverbal cues were undeniable, and he immediately picked up on the cues. He stood suddenly, leaving everything tabled, and came to the bar.  

 

“You’ve come to tease more?”  She spoke softly, turning her body with the rhythm of his cocky sway. Once he reached the bar, she slowly re-crossed her legs toward him and drank in the rest of her third martini, the second on him. He tapped the bar lightly, and the bartender responded accordingly while wiping down a glass.

 

“The usual?” The bartender asked.

 

“Yes.”  He replied, locking further into her stare, then leaning against the bar and interlacing his fingers.

 

“Now, what we were doing before seemed a little bold but this may be borderline disrespectful.”

 

“Excuse me? Oh will your guy return and cause a scene or something?” He spoke as his Courvoisier XO was being poured into the glass placed in front of him fluidly by the bartender.  

 

“No I am speaking more of your date, because I don’t have one.”

 

“Neither do I.”  He smirked, looking into the bottom of his glass.

 

“Don’t play coy.  You have obviously been here before, if not often, to have a –usual,” She motioned with her eyes to the glass he began to drink out of and diverted his glare.

 

“Business mostly,” he responded smoothly.

 

“Really!”  She let out an unbelieving scoff. She wanted to be offended, but somehow, even now, she still couldn’t muster up any real disdain. Unfortunately, and fortunately, she remained intrigued by banter with the honey-brown-eyed man. She picked up the martini and tipped it back, finishing its contents. “But thank you for the drink, and thank her as well.”  Layla motioned toward the bathrooms.

 

“Assumptions, although they can be helpful, can also be misleading.”  He spoke confidently and motioned for her glass to be filled yet again. As hers was being refreshed, he tipped his back and also had his refilled. “I am not spoken for on any given day, honestly.”

 

“But clearly on a date.”

 

“Assuming yet again. And no, not a date.”  He was now partially seated on the barstool right next to her, undressing her with his eyes. “You could inquire for yourself if you feel that what I am saying isn’t really on the up and up.”

 

“Are you challenging me?” Layla frowned a bit. She was hoping he wasn’t the type to use females to start something in a bar. She was not that kind.

 

“Not unless that is what you go for, challenges I mean.  Just offering a way for you to find truth for yourself so that you can stop pretending that you don’t desire my company.”

 

His words were confident, but almost borderline cocky. Layla was unsure whether she was still impressed, “Desire, a confident man.”

 

“Who’s speaking with a confident no-nonsense woman!  Unless I misread.”