Whitty Banter Novels & Stories

"Oh! They even sing me a little tune while they're at it." Our banter continued, the comparison to Cinderella providing a whimsical backdrop to our conversation. The bar around us seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the warmth of the booth and the easy camaraderie between us. It was as if time had slowed, allowing us to savor each moment.

His witty remarks, laced with sarcasm, hang in the air, momentarily lightening the heavy atmosphere of the dungeon. I engage in a brief exchange of words with Tyler, our conversation punctuated by his dry wit and dark humor. He uses jokes as a shield, deflecting the severity of our predicament. The irony isn't lost on me; while I pity his situation, he seems oddly detached, finding solace in jests even when the reality of our captivity looms over us.

“I do not want to know what they say.” Vanessa leaned in like she was about to reveal the secret of life. “Tall men usually come with tall problems. Like you are gonna need two hands...and a prayer, girl.” Lydia howled into her pillow “Now,” Vanessa said, like she was teaching a masterclass, “back to class. Spit is your friend.” “What?” Lydia peeked out from under her pillow, eyes wide “Yeah, you heard me right,” Vanessa said with zero shame. “Spit is your friend. Be messy, babe. Sloppy is sexy. Dripping, choking a little, they love that shit.”

Elegant tableware but cheesy chicken pies and cheese buns she'd ordered from a Verdanian bakery. "Because a farewell without comfort food isn't a real farewell," she said. Christian was in his element, telling business-travel stories that sounded more like sitcom episodes than corporate meetings. Nate added sarcastic comments at the perfect moments. Gwen, Matthew, and Marcus took turns trying to make Matt laugh, turning it into a full-blown competition for who could get the loudest giggle. "You're sure you don't want to fly back with us to Verdania? I guarantee I'll appreciate this competition once he starts crying on the plane," Zoey teased, though she was smiling at the chaos.

Terban looked at the house casually and asked, "So, how do we get in?" "We're going to throw you over the gate," Vincent replied. Terban quickly retorted, “We can use the doorbell, you dumbass.” “Why ask if you knew the answer? Idiot,” Vincent said. The two looked at each other, and an invisible lightning spark formed between them. "Aren't you tired of fighting?" Chaylen commented sympathetically as he watched the two men, who seemed like dogs and cats. "You fought so many times; you can list yourself to the Genius World Book of Record."

I recited "You bite me with your ugly-smelling teeth, Latifa, you won't go scout-free this time," Betty said, holding her wrist and she chased me around the apartment. certainly not Wendy climbing the sofa, trying to catch me from the other side of the room. And they did. I like it sometimes when Betty spanks my ass for being an asshole. "5000 ways to burn calories begins with you Latifa, hehehe" Wendy giggled as she grabbed some drinks from the fridge. Whisky.

She tried arguing her way into paying for their scoops, but the other girl wasn't having any of it. "Excuse you babe, that's better. Stand right over there." Hollis chuckled, bumping Whitney damn near out of line with her hip. Laughter rang behind them as a few bystanders enjoyed the show. It happened often, because everyone within the girl's vicinity seemed to delight in their playful banter. "Mean. Fucking mean." Whitney crowed, sticking her tongue out in jest. Hollis snorted with a shake of her blonde head as she finished paying and went to join her girlfriend so they could wait for their order together.

* Three dots appeared immediately. Then: *That's not an answer.* *I know,* he typed back. *It's honest though.* A pause. Longer than her usual response time, long enough that he picked up his phone twice to check if she had stopped typing, and then her message arrived and it was not what he expected, was not the level, controlled Ava Bennett response he had learned to anticipate, it was something quieter than that, something that felt like the version of her that appeared in empty gyms and practice rooms when no one important was watching.

he repeated with a flirtatious expression “Noted “ I nodded “Come on, are you going to pretend you don’t miss me too” his smile was cocky “Do I? “ I sassed Sometimes, I surprised myself with the comebacks I gave Vitali. I was getting a whole lot bolder “Yes you do” he whispered close to my ears, slipping next to me on the bench I sent him a glare as a response I found it funny how he always found the nerve to speak to me like he hadn’t done me any wrong “Come on baby “ his hot breath fanned my neck

“Ditto for the ‘d’ word and the ‘s’ word.” “If poor Ben can’t curse he ain’t gonna have no language skills at all,” Chase drawled from the other side of the room. Ben whipped a pillow at him. “Fu—I mean funny.” Chase caught the pillow, almost without looking. Colt whistled. “You oughta be playin’ ball instead of ridin’ bulls.” “I’ll pass. No buckle bunnies waitin’ for a hard ride after a baseball game like they are after a bull riding expo.”