For the writing prompt! Callan/Meres and “rose-colored glasses” ^_~
Thank you :)
“Well this is new,” Meres said, looking down at thehandcuffs that connected his wrist to Callan’s.
The last thing he expected was to be outwitted by a womanand sharing the tube journey back to base with a very irritated colleaguechained to him.
They sat down on the seat of the carriage and looked at oneanother. An awkwardness swept over them, especially knowing the looks they’dget and what everyone would say once they returned.
“Well we certainly were both wearing rose-tinted glasses today,”Callan sighed. “She played you like a violin, played right to your vanity,Toby.”
“She also played you equally, old boy, only with you she puton an act that made you powerless to resist her vulnerability. Still, it couldbe worse I suppose. We could be dead.”
Callan rubbed his sore wrist. “I could also not be spendingMonday morning handcuffed to you.”
“I don’t know…it is rather…kinky?” He laughed.
“Could you please say that louder, I don’t think the geezerin the next carriage heard you?”
“Certainly!” Meres raised his arm so their handcuffs werevisible to everyone. “We were in the bathroom together, had a little troublegetting out of the cuffs.” He laughed, peering at Callan, hoping he’d annoyedhim.
“I’m gonna sock you one in a minute, mate.”
“I’d like to see you try, David. If I’m unconscious you’llfind it darned tricky to move about.”
“Just be quiet until we can get these damned things off. Youhaven’t got any tools with you have you?”
Meres sighed. “Not unless you want me to get out myconcealed weapon on the tube. Could cause a bit of a panic.”
“That really would cause a mad dash for the exit.”
“So, looks as though we’re stuck, old boy. We shall justhave to get used to being so close to one another.”
Callan sighed and leaned up against the window. “Bloodygreat.”
