For the If You Dare Challenge on the HPFC.
— Prompt & Prompt Number: Australian Outback, Prompt 036
This is probably the worst job Arthur has ever had.
When Eames had sold him on a job in Australia, he'd pictured a warehouse looking over the Yarra, overpriced coffee shops on every corner and the occasional nightcap in a crowded laneway.
But this… this is most certainly not that. This is the Outback, and Arthur wants to leave. Now.
The heat is sweltering, the dust scratches the back of his throat, and the flies. God. The flies are fucking everywhere.
"Come to Australia, you said," Arthur spits, glaring at Eames. "Come to Australia, there'll be koalas."
Eames, splayed lazily on a camping chair, takes a swig of his beer. "We can still go see the koalas, darling."
"That's not the…" Arthur stops, watching in disgust as a fly lands on Eames' eyelid. "Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting."
Not bothered in the slightest, Eames opens one eye and grins up at him. "You can pick the next job. Promise."
Arthur huffs. "I'll be picking every next fucking job, thanks."