Writing prompt: Write about a character who’s attending a dinner thrown in their honor, but deeply embarrasses themself during their speech.

 

Write about a character who’s attending a dinner thrown in their honor, but deeply embarrasses themself during their speech.

 “What…a dinner? “  Torg sputtered.. “And a speesh? You expect from me a speesh..?”

Torg puffed out his chest, and patted the sturdy leather of his tunic with his slightly cursed, clawed hand. The skin there thick and scaled a sickly green, and he glanced down at it briefly before working on a large leather work glove over the sight. He cleared his throat, and grimmaced his best smile for the gathered group before him. Belatedly he willed his sharper outer teeth to withdraw back into his gums, but the drool still spilled down his chin.

He wiped the liquid away on his glove.

 

“Who is it gives a speech for a dinner thrown in their honor?” He said. “No one i know.”

”Eat Eat. Enough of this. “  He waved his hands over his head as if to dispel a bad stink. “Tuck in. This is no time for speechifying. The food’s getting cold, and this dish in particular.., “ he looked over at the left, while still waving his gloved hand overhead. The rectangular table hidden under a white, moth nibbled cloth that was yellowed with age. It contained a large white plate draped with steam, noodles, and some sort of blonde sauce that resembled nearly molten cheese,  “.. delicious smelling, I say, won’t taste as nice when cold.”