Unruly Characters

I am working on two short stories, strange bedfellows who should never meet on the same continent, much less the same room.  They have been in the study, behind closed doors, on separate legal pads, to be sure, but nonetheless, it's clear sparks have begun to fly and my characters are behaving badly.

This morning, I heard shouting, cursing and the raucous laughter of daytime drinkers. And then, the wood and glass French doors of the study opened with the breeze of a weather-changing front blowing through. I heard the unmistakeable sound of bar ice twizzling, low chuckles and a definite purr. I tried to slip stealthily up to see what was going on, and was hit smack in the face by a flying brassiere -- D cup at the very least.

Damn it. That's enough.

I've got to go and straighten out these characters and get them onto paper and into their own stories, before they burn the house down.

Ya'll just play amongst yourselves and continue having fun. I'll be back shortly.