It was dark, and the only source of light was a bulb overhead.
His friends have been long since gone and were hanging limply beside him, the stools having swept from their feet and the rope cutting off their oxygen supply. It was supposed to be his turn next, but ‘Big O’ had his thugs stop at the last minute and seemed to be negotiating with somebody over the phone.
“A million quid for the kid? You’ve gone soft, Minao. Alright, I’ll release him but don’t forget the money and that… other favor,“ he smiled sickeningly, exposing his yellow, tar-stained teeth.
Big O pockets his phone and stares at the dangling corpses before he turns to their companion.
“Release him. I guess you really are lucky, Lucky. I don’t know what that woman ever saw in you, but you should be eternally grateful to her for saving your miserable ass, boy,“ he says, snapping his fingers.
There is movement from his right, and the rope loosens from Lucky’s neck. His knees give away from weakness, and he slips and falls onto the floor, coughing, sputtering.
What happens now?
This was sitting on my drafts and I remembered how this was part of a weird dream I saw. I don’t remember the rest, but it was a pretty interesting dream.
you KNOW that Louis as a judge would swear all the time and Simon will tease him for that until Louis would tell him about that jar of bad words his husband got him where he has to put 1 pound for every bad word he said and he’d be like and the jar is already full we might have 200 quid now no kidding (and then the camera would zoom on Harry in the audience chewing his gum and laughing and nodding)