Action Adventure: Possible Story Material

They said you could warm up to anything, he thought, especially with a drink or two. There was bloody little to warm up to here. He liked his women skinny, yeah--hell, these days, who didn't--but there was skinny, and then there was bloody uncomfortable. This qualified as bloody uncomfortable. Her hipbones dug into his flesh until he knew there'd be black bruises left there tomorrow morning...if he lived to tomorrow. She lay still and passive beneath him, but her ribcage pressed against his chest like a vice. He realized he'd gotten her hair in his mouth, and he spit it out in disgust. He didn't think he'd warm up to her, with or without a drink from his flask. Not that he could reach his flask at the moment. The sarcophagus lid kind of got in his way. He lay still on top of the mummified body of what might once have been a beautiful woman and listened. He still heard movement from the chamber outside. They hadn't gone yet. He thought the air was growing stuffy, and it wasn't even as if he had to share it.