48,486 Words and Poised for the Big Finish

I know I should finish tomorrow, all signs are pointing in that direction, but today, instead of moving my plot forward, I decided I should incorporate Dennis DeYoung, lead singer of the band Styx into my novel. This is one of several word bolstering techniques I used, at a time when word bolstering is not what I need. So I might need the extra day because I'm an idiot. For evidence of this statement, please see today's excerpt. Also, this is the picture that comes up when you do a google image search of Dennis DeYoung drunk.

In the kitchen, at Maggie’s house, chaos reigns. Everyone speaks, and no one listens. Everyone has a theory, but no plans emerge. Between Tim’s sports metaphors and Edie’s morbid insistence on going back to her room to get her taser, Gordon has a hard time getting a word in edgewise. He knows that time is of the essence, and so he uses an old tried and true technique for getting attention. He begins to whistle the opening whistle solo to the song, Patience. A true classic G ‘n F’n R tune, and one of Gordon’s favourites. It works like a charm, as Tim cannot resist whistling along. Once again, Gordon finds himself impressed by Tim. Who knew that beneath his rugged exterior, lay the heart of a poet? Tim’s whistle is strong, sure, and he adds some vibrato in, lending drama to the haunting tune, what will surely prove to be Axl Rose’s opus. Marla attempts to join in, but finds herself unable to whistle, and giggles girlishly into her drink. It is rather disconcerting. Edie looks like she wants to use her taser on each and every one of them. Gordon basks in his success for a moment, then proceeds.