Monday, June 4, 2012
Anthony paced back and forth in the men's room of The Grand Chalet. Knowing he was alone, he pulled the flask from the inside pocket of his rental tuxedo and sucked down a mouthful of rum. He winced and coughed as the alcohol burned his throat. Prom night was not supposed to go down like this.
Destinee had dropped a serious bomb on him ten minutes ago. Anthony pounded his fist against the stall door. How was he going to deal with it?
Who is Destinee? Anthony's friend, girlfriend, twin sister maybe? And what did she say?
Write the dialogue between Anthony & Destinee from 10 minutes ago and send it to us at firstname.lastname@example.org by June 13th. We'll post the best entries on June 15th.