NaNoWriMo: Day 24

Woo, 40k! I am back on track! Downside: I have 10k words left to go and I am OUT of plot. Crap crappity crap crap. On the bright side, I can probably spend that much padding out people’s life stories and whatnot. I’ll figure something out. I only have to do 1700/day from here on out, so that’s something.

Joe winced as he eased himself into Skeeter’s car yet again. Skeeter and Nibbles had happily come to pick him up, for which he was grateful. He’d even managed to keep them from pounding him on the back too much.
Skeeter hadn’t stopped talking since he’d seen Joe, though. He and Nibbles had been right outside his door the instant visiting hours had started, and they’d been ecstatic to hear that he needed a ride home.
“So wait, you actually picked up a girl? At a party? Without us???” Skeeter wasn’t sure whether to congratulate his friend for successfully making a pick up or berate him for going out alone.”
“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure that she’s the one who set me up for the organ theives.” He sighed. “and here I’d thought I had half a hope of finding a girlfriend if Marci dumped me.”
Skeeter whipped around a corner a little fast and Joe groaned. “Man, ease off it, all right?”
“Oh, sorry, man,” Skeeter said. He looked back over his shoulder. “You okay?”
“Uh, no, I’m not. I have two huge gashes in my back and a pair of kidneys trying to regrow their attachments to my body. So no, I am most emphatically not okay.”
“Bet you a tenner Marci doesn’t give a shit and tries to talk you into going to whatever rallies she has this weekend.”
Joe shook his head. “No way, I’m not taking that bet.”

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