WIPpet Wednesday: guys’ night out

Happy Wednesday! We’re back to a much quieter schedule now that the school musical is over. Older Child still has a few things he’s doing in the next few weeks, but they won’t take up nearly so much time.

I’m plugging away at edits on Drumbeat, but I did manage to write a bit in Minuet as well. It’s been a bit of a challenge, since I have to move this novel’s story along as well as wrapping up the two ongoing plot strands from the previous novels.

Technically, Minuet is the last part of the series. But I’ve been toying with writing within this world but using different characters in completely standalone novels. These can be read alone, but they’re best as part of the series. I’m working on ways to incorporate the worlds I’ve previously created into new novels/series.

Anyway, on to the WIPpet. The context is that Jamie is…somewhere else at the moment, for reasons I won’t spoil. Mack and Company are missing him, so they’ve gone out to watch Cian dance. You can picture the bar, Grand Slam, as an oddball mix of sports bar, gay nightclub, and entertainment venue. This bit is edited for length and to eliminate the recap of the previous novel as well as remove spoilers.

WIPmath: 2/28/2018 = 2 x 8 = 16 sentences

Mack sipped his water and let the buzz of conversation in Grand Slam wash over him. Nate and Trevor had talked him into coming, just the three of them, and Mack knew why. They all missed Jamie.

Mack glanced at Trevor, who was trying to look relaxed but obviously wasn’t. He kept tapping his fingers on the table until Nate swatted him. Mack choked back a laugh. They were nearly as bad as Mack and Jamie, although with the added bonus that they really had sort of been into each other at some point. Mack wasn’t entirely clear on their exact history. He thought he should ask one of these days, given whatever happened between Trevor and Jamie. No way was Mack going to let anyone yank Jamie around again.

He huffed. Not his job. Jamie had already accused him once of treating him like a baby, and Mack wasn’t in a hurry to have that conversation a second time. And there he was, full circle, back to dwelling on how much he missed having Jamie around. Mack folded his arms and turned away from the others to cover for himself.

When Nate squeezed his shoulder, Mack knew he was out of luck on hiding anything.

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