Writers' Group exercise. 10 minutes: Write the opening of a story/poem where a character wants something....
He heard the door click shut, a fraction of a second before something poked him in the flesh just below his left ear.
He froze, hands poised on the handle of the filing cabinet. "Can I help you?"
"I don't know," a voice replied. Male - an overweight smoker by the sound of his breathing. "Can you?"
"The club is closed."
"Don't seem to bother you much," the stranger replied.
"I work here."
"Oh? You have a problem with the lights, then?"
The thing in his neck jabbed harder. A gun? Probably. He sighed. "What is it you want?"
"The same as you, I suspect," said the stranger. "I'm just better prepared. Now open the drawer."