dogsled: (boxing)
Benton Fraser ([personal profile] dogsled) wrote in [community profile] thelockbox 2014-07-23 05:03 am (UTC)

[ One thing leads to another, and Fraser watches, at first bemused, then slowly more uncomfortable as it dawns on him that Ray really has no idea where he put his handcuff keys. As each set is raised up and discarded as something else, he resists the urge to fidget on the edge of the desk, well aware of where this was headed.

Oh dear.

[ And then he has to reassure himself, despite Ray's distinct inability to sound positive, that the keys really are in the car, because at this point...at this point if they don't get moving, serious trouble will occur. They can't be here when Thatcher comes in, and they can't be walking out with Fraser half naked and in handcuffs. They need to be at least six blocks away, in fact, to avoid being close enough to hear Thatcher scream.

So Fraser jumps off the desk, ducks expertly to grab his own holster from the floor, and makes a beeline for the closet to fetch out the brown serge, all wrapped in nice clean plastic from the dry-cleaner.
]

We have to go.

[ Sudden frantic haste was a new look on him, but given the options: option 1, stay put and get reamed, option 2, be too slow and get reamed, and option 3, get humiliated by americans, he'd pick three every time. ]

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