Page 69 of Glow
Prin glanced at Scott who had gone crimson. “Fuck this,” he said, getting to his feet.
“Scott. What are you doing?”
“I’m going to make your remaining time here bearable.”
Scott barged out of the room.
“Bloody hell,” Colin said, chuckling. “He’s a livewire, all right. Go after him.”
“I won’t let it get out of hand. I promise.”
Colin was already scuttling across the room toward the window.
Prin ran after Scott. He caught up with him at the main door.
“Scott. What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to take a bit of assertive action.”
Prin grabbed him by the arm. “Promise me you won’t let it get physical.”
“Fucking hell, Prin,” Scott replied. “Do you think I’m going to slap a pensioner? Jeez.”
Instantly, Prin blushed. “Sorry. I’ve just never met anyone like you before.”
Scott kissed him. “I should hope not. Now let me do what I do best.”
Gently, he pulled himself free and wandered out into the garden as nonchalantly as if he were taking a stroll in the park.
“Come on,” he urged.
Prin ran to his side. “I wasn’t sure if I was allowed on this mission.”
“We’re a team,” Scott said. “If it goes tits up, you’re my extraction plan.”
They were approaching two older ladies who were sitting on the bench. Prin glanced up at Colin, who nodded his head.
“Good evening, ladies,” Scott said.
“Good evening.”
“Can we help you?”
Scott sat on the wall next to them. Prin stood awkwardly next to him trying to look like he knew what the hell was going on.
“I think you can,” Scott said, his face etched with worry. “My friend, Colin, has been getting some grief.”
The woman nearest to him in a garish pink blouse reared back. “Well, I’m sure we don’t know anything about it.”
“Of course not,” Scott said. “I would never think that. However, I saw you two sitting out here and I thought, I bet they know everyone.”
“We do.”
“Great,” Scott said. “It’s just some people have been shouting offensive slurs outside Colin’s door. I’m sure you know that’s a hate crime and we should really report it. I work in human resources and I’m quite good friends with the LGBTQ liaison officer at the police station. She hates this kind of stuff.”
The two women looked paler than snow.
“And where do we come in?” the second woman asked or rather squeaked.
