Delectable (Sinclair Bryant)

Word On The Street

The police van rumbled to life and began moving along the city road at a leisurely pace. It's inhabitants less than happy at their arrested state. A chorus of grumbles and moans could be heard, amongst mutterings of profanity and utterances of pain. They had not been treated gently, the various cuts and bruises giving evidence to that.

Neither Sinclair or Sian could utter a word to each other. Where would they even begin? Polite, how are yous? The weather is nice isn't, it? Certainly not. No matter how British they were.

Perry, however, did not hold back.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she spat from across the van, her venom directly aiming for the man who had broken her best friends heart. 

Sinclair lifted his head, breaking the gaze from his lap where his nose had been dripping blood. He wiped what he could along the shoulder of his soft linen shirt, it was already ruined so it didn't matter. Immediately he knew the vitriolic question was for him, and he knew he probably deserved it. No matter how complicated the situation had been, he knew he'd been unfair but his heart couldn't take another beating. So, he had run and never looked back.

Before he could reply, Sian cut in, sending a warning to her friend. "Perry. Don't."

She looked pointedly at Sinclair, a flash of anger coursing through her veins. "It's not worth it."

What the hell was he doing here? Sian let herself think as she ripped her eyes from Sinclair. As far as she was concerned he'd fallen off the face of the fucking planet six months ago, never to re-orbit. Now he was sitting in front of her, bleeding, his amber eyes continuously shifting towards her. 

Sylvester was sat next to Perry looking confused and angry, but refrained from uttering a word. He had no idea what had happened between Sinclair and Sian, as Sinclair had remained tight lipped regarding the whole ordeal. His pregnant wife was also likely to blow her top, so he was trying to figure out a way to tell her diplomatically that he'd been arrested; he was only meant to be going for a few drinks with the boys.

And so, with each of their reasons to, they all sat biting their tongues.

It wasn't long until the van pulled to a complete stop, and the officers in the front exited to let their prisoners out of the humid confinement.

A stocky officer started pulling people out with a heavy hand. It was all so ridiculous, surely they had better things to spend their resources on but apparently not.

"Out!" The officer shouted at Sian, and she wiggled across the seat to get to the end of the bench. When she was close, the officer grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her out, displacing her balance until she almost fell face first into the ground.

"Hey!"

"Oi, watch it!"

Both Perry and Sinclair shouted at the same time in outrage. They held each others gaze, Sinclair's faltering first at the malice in Perry's.

The officer stared blankly at them, unperturbed by their protests.

"Shut it!" he yelled back, "now move down!"

Sinclair exited next holding the stare of the man who had just mishandled Sian. He raised his chin, not giving way this time.

"Move along, pretty boy!" he warned with a shove to his back, flinging him forward towards the station.

Sinclair's head had started to throb in the van, the swollen feeling in his nose running up and along his temple. The heat, which had not given anyone a moment's reprieve all day, bore down on him again, intensifying the pressure in his skull as his head shook from the force of the shove.