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"SPACE CHALLENGE" Part II
TITLE: "SPACE AT THE BAR"
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: G/E
WORD COUNT: 120 (sorry)
RATING: M
“Get the fuck away from me, Goren.”
“Drink it, or I’ll take it to the lab then report to Ross.”
Rawlings didn’t fear Goren physically, not even now, he was ten years younger, three inches shorter and seventy pounds lighter. But his arrogance turned to fear when he knocked the glass down its contents splashing the table. Goren dragged him from the booth, lifted him five inches and slammed him against the wall.
Bobby moved his body into his personal space, “I don’t know what you are...yet,” glancing at the table, “besides a probable rapist but I will. Stay away from Alex.”
He dropped him and Rawlings ran for the door without looking back.
Bobby sat in the booth with a beer and a fresh martini.
“Where’s Jim?”
Bobby shrugged at her innocently.
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: G/E
WORD COUNT: 120 (sorry)
RATING: M
“Get the fuck away from me, Goren.”
“Drink it, or I’ll take it to the lab then report to Ross.”
Rawlings didn’t fear Goren physically, not even now, he was ten years younger, three inches shorter and seventy pounds lighter. But his arrogance turned to fear when he knocked the glass down its contents splashing the table. Goren dragged him from the booth, lifted him five inches and slammed him against the wall.
Bobby moved his body into his personal space, “I don’t know what you are...yet,” glancing at the table, “besides a probable rapist but I will. Stay away from Alex.”
He dropped him and Rawlings ran for the door without looking back.
Bobby sat in the booth with a beer and a fresh martini.
“Where’s Jim?”
Bobby shrugged at her innocently.