August 24, 2014
So… I found out last week The Last Ship did indeed get renewed! WooHoo!! I'm also almost caught up on Defiance, which continues to keep me interested. The new season of Doctor Who premiered and eh… I'll watch and hope I get more into it. So far, I'm not a huge fan of the new Doctor, but I went into viewing with that thought so it's only fair to hold off making a final decision about watching and give the guy a fair chance.
In something of more fun news, the Bitten and Arrow casts are so much fun to follow on social media. They're always posting fun tidbits and behind the scenes stuff, which just makes me more excited to see the new seasons. Gotta give credit to Kurt Sutter for keeping the Sons of Anarchy stuff rolling out, too.
Tonight's post is from Quick Draw, a short story featuring a big assumption made by a character about another.
Here's the tagline:
Utah Slace has a constant stream of male visitors coming and going from her apartment and Hoyt Lancelot, her neighbor, draws the quick conclusion he's moved in next to a prostitute. Utah decides he needs a lesson in why making snap judgments is not a good idea.
And a snippety peek…
Hoyt couldn't stand it anymore. He had to find out why his new neighbor had men stopping by at all hours during the day and night. He yanked his door open and strode down the hall, stopping in front of her apartment. Lifting a hand to knock, he got a shock when the wood surface opened and a man nearly ran him down.
Hoyt quickly stepped back out of the way. "I'm sorry, didn't realize you'd be there."
The guy shrugged. "No problem, man. You must be Utah's next gig. She's incredible."
The woman in question popped her head out of the entrance. "Morse, don't forget. Next time we'll work those posture positions so you're loose and flexible."
Posture positions? Loose and flexible? Convinced he'd made the correct assumption, Hoyt moved to make sure she saw him.
Her head tilted and she slowly let her gaze wander, starting at his feet and working upwards. When she met his gaze, she lifted a brow. "May I help you?"
Hoyt blinked. "I, uh, live next door." He glanced down the hallway then back to her. "You might want to keep a lower profile or the cops will come knocking on your door."
Utah frowned. "The cops? What on earth for?"
He shot her a knowing glance.
Utah smiled and stepped out of her apartment. "Hi. It's nice to meet you." She stuck out her hand. "I haven't had a chance to get to know anyone yet. Been really slammed with clients."
Hoyt grasped her fingers in a firm grip, but she didn't bat an eye. "It's okay. I just moved in two weeks ago."
She nodded toward the interior of her space. "The place is a mess or I'd invite you in. Utah Slace, by the way."
Stage name? He aimed to find out. "Is that your real name?"
She snorted. "Are you kidding me? Of course it is. Who the hell would change it to something so ridiculous?"
She had him there. And against his better judgment, he quite liked her. "Okay, good point. As you'll soon agree. Hoyt Lancelot." He bowed with a flourish.
She chuckled. "Lancelot? Aren't you supposed to be chivalrous with a name like that?" "I can be chivalrous."
"Really? The only thing I've seen is nosy, obnoxious, and a strong tendency to draw conclusions based on jack all nothing." He flushed. She pretty much had him pegged to date. But he'd change her mind.
One of my favorite tropes is making an incorrect judgment and having to make up ground to win favor.
That's it for this week. Happy reading!