Ah, the life of a writer. :)
Here's a taste of today's work (first draft, subject to change).
"Watch your back. She’s in a mood," Broomstick added as Rick passed the bar.
"Thanks for the tip," Rick said before ducking behind the curtain that disguised the side-stage entrance.
The side stage entrance led into a hallway that ran the length of the room from the front where Broomstick stood at the bar all the way to the stage at the back. On one side was the auditorium wall. On the other were dressing rooms for the performers. Belle made sure her talent had a place to prepare or to hide out between sets if they needed to get away from it all. As one of Belle’s stars, Evelyn Johnson rated her own private dressing room.
Rick knocked twice.
"What?" came an angry voice from the other side of the freshly painted door. Aside from pouring a mean beer, Broomstick was a skilled handyman. He had spent the past few mornings adding a new coat to the dressing room doors.
"Evelyn," he said softly. "It’s me, honey."
The door yanked inward and Rick felt his breathe catch at the sight of her. As always, she was a vision of loveliness, but instead of the slinky gown she performed in nightly, she was wearing a sheer robe with fur around the cuffs and collar.
"You look like something the cat dragged in," she said as soon as she saw him.
"You look like an angel," Rick said.
"I only speak the truth."
"Get in here," she said, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into a lip lock so intense it could have melted wax.
I hope you're having a great week.