I got the suggestion early in my manuscript that I needed to punchier dialogue for a conversation--"guy speak" was the term.
I need help putting this convo in the lingo:
Josh and Matt both laughed. “You're on a roll man,” Matt said. “And that's sad cause Kailee...”
He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't have to. I knew what he was thinking. Kailee's easy. Everyone had said it since the freshman year. But all of my friends wanted to date her.
I was glad I didn't defend Mirriam when Kailee called her a raghead. This girl had only been here for five minutes, and she already knocked me down. “I can still get any girl I want.” I leaned in, so Kailee couldn't hear me. “Kailee and I will be at Kevin's party Friday night.”
“That doesn't prove anything. Kailee wants to jump your bones, and everyone knows it,” Josh said.
“And you don't want her, and everyone knows that,” Matt added.
I didn't answer.
“I don't think you can get any girl you want anymore,” Josh said.
Matt nods. “He's just another football player now.”
“How do you want me to prove it?” I growled. I wasn't used to being humbled like this, and it grated on my nerves.
“Get Mirriam,” they say.
“Fine. I'm not really into Muslims, but before the year ends, Mirriam and I will go on a date.”
Josh shook his head. “Take her to prom.”
Well, that would only shave off two weeks I could still do it. “Or?”
“If you don't, you owe me $1,000, and you have to drive around with one of those stupid on your gear shift and a fuzzy pink cover on your steering wheel for the rest of the year.”
“And when Mirriam and I see you at prom, you owe me $1200 and you're driving around the same.”
Josh laughed hysterically and Matt echoed him. “It's a deal, but just curious, how do I end up paying more?”
“You don't have to put with Mirriam all night. Pain and suffering."