'ello there

Jack cups Ivan's genitals, as the two embrace hello.

"May I carry your bag, sir," whispers Jack.

Ivan takes a step back and blushes. "You can't say that." His smile contradicts him.

Jack knows Ivan was impressed and holds his gaze and stands his ground. He doesn't let the general public stop him.

Ivan leans in, looks left, looks right, slips his hand up in front of his mouth, "If you buy me a beer."

"Or five."

"It would help."

"As many as you want."

"How much money have you got?" Ivan raises his eyebrows.

The Self Discovery Team Building workshop has gone well. Jack and Ivan have become unexpectedly close.

The carousel lurches into action, and starts to turn with a squeak. Soon the bags are coming into sight at the far end of the conveyor. Soon the rubber belt is populated with suit cases, bags held together with belts, boxes stuck together with tape, brief cases, document holders, back packs, suit bags, even a hat box.

“Suit case.”

“Back pack.”

They both shrug and look down at the line of luggage. Soon their bags have appeared, they are scooped up by relieved travellers, smile, roll of the eyes.

“So, what bar are we heading for?” asks Jack.

“More importantly, where are we booking into after?” Ivan smiles.

The next two carousels lurch into action with fierce squeaks. Arrivals are announced. Another plane must be in.

“I want to get you nice and drunk.”

“My wife’s not back until tomorrow night.”

People are filling the escalators. Jack smiles broadly and slaps Ivan on the shoulders. He looks around. Life’s good. “That’s what I’m talking about.”