This one is 130 words. So. Not as bad as the last one... I'm basically just using these as cures for writer's block. Five minutes for 130 words... that's 26 words a minute... wow, that sucks.
DISCLAIMER: If I didn't own Artemis Fowl five minutes ago, what makes you think I own it now?
Chix Verbil was evaluating his female co-workers. There was Lili Frond, and there was Holly Short. Now, Lili was all good, but she was too easy. She'd flirt with a broom if there was no-one else around. Chix liked a girl who was feisty. If Holly Short wasn't feisty, then Commander Root didn't smoke fungus cigars.
So Chix figured that Holly might be attracted to him after his brush with the goblins. He was a hard man… and he had the scars to prove it. The sprite strategically concocted his plan while doing his paperwork. And when Holly walked past for her midnight cup of coffee, he uttered the words that were designed to make her swoon.
"Hey, Holly."
"Don't chance your luck, Verbil."
It had been worth a shot.
Just tell me when to stop, people.