This is such a great idea! Here is my take on your snippet! Disclaimer, I couldn't remember the pronouns of the first person character so I defaulted to he for now.
Dy stared hungrily at the fat bird that was wobbling around the tall grass. Licking her lips she mummers to herself “I wonder how the birds taste here.”
“You can’t eat them!” Turning suddenly wide eyed at having been overheard to see a man holding one of the oversized birds as if it were a baby to his teet.
“Who the hell are you?” Dy growls her hands hovering over her guns, her hostility apparent. The man looks suddenly shrinks into himself as he hurriedly responds “I’m Barr.” He glances over them both before continuing. “I’m Quinn’s spirit.” He pauses as he suddenly feels more confident in his words “You’re massive for a woman.”
Watching Dy frown as her hands inched closer for her guns as if she was ready to shoot the spirit. Reaching out next to her, he places a hand on her forearm, squeezing it reassuringly.
The spirit looks between them suddenly realising that what he might’ve said was not ideal. “Is that a bad thing to say?” Barr asks him, his eyes wide betraying his naivety.
“It’s not considered polite to comment on someones body type.” He was unsure if it was a bad thing to have commented on but it did not seem to sit well with Dy and right now he wanted to placate her.
“Oh...sorry I did not know that.” Running his hand through the birds feathers as he pets it and coo’s softly at them. “It’s nice to say that you wanted to kill them.”
Dy’s eye twitches as she stares at this spirit putting words in her mouth, she hotly responds under her breath.
“I never said I was going to kill them.”
Thanks for starting this thread it's a great way to collaborate! 
A snippet of one of the pieces I'm working on. It's not a Tapas novel but it's something to keep this going 
Feeling a hand on her shoulder she glances at the person that had approached her. Still not her, plastering on a polite smile she looks on at the statuesque woman, who had deemed it necessary to violate her personal space. “Care to dance?”
“I’m afraid I must decline, I’m saving my first dance.”
“You’ve been saving that for a while then.” Raising her eyebrow at this woman, she glances her over seeing a signet ring on her finger; a noble from one of the lesser known families. A noble with a military background judging by the dog tags around her neck. She wasn’t that bad on the eyes, licking her lips she softly responds “Been watching me long?”
“It’s a rather tragic sight when such a beauty as yourself is out here by herself when you could be out on the dance floor shining.” Eliza finds herself chuckling, it’s a pretty bold pick up line and she imagine it would normally have worked.
“Some might think it tragic but others would think it romantic. You see, I am waiting on the most marvellous woman to come and whisk me away with her terrible dancing and even worse puns.” Taking a sip of her wine she gives the woman a flirtatious wink before going back to scanning the the park in search of such a woman.
“Or you could be swept off your feet by me and we can have our own whirlwind romance.” The woman cockily smiles at her, she really wasn’t getting the hint and she was going to have to spell it out for her. “You’re not her.” She doesn’t stick around to watch her expression drop, she had found who she was after. She was standing awkwardly just off of the dance floor, seeming to be searching for someone, her hopefully. She had been looking for a tall blonde woman with long flowing hair but she was making her way to a woman with a wavy brown bob. Weaving her way around the crowd, depositing her glass on a table she approaches her from behind the butterflies in her stomach going crazy.
