2013 NaNoWriMo Excerpt #7
“So how did you two meet anyway?” someone asked.
“Oh, it’s a funny story actually,” Mos said. He had drunk three eggnogs as a kind of protest, but now he spent much time trying to find his nose, which he had cut off to spite his face. He steadied himself against a pole. “We were both very single, and we were hired by a dating website to accept dates with people so they could boost their statistics, and somehow their system placed us …” He waved his hand vaguely, “in incorrect boxes, and we ended up having a great time.”
“Oh, funny,” said the someone. “That’s not what Rakel told me.”