The clang of the heavy iron bars still echoed in the small, stifling jail cell. Outside, the sounds of the frontier town were muffled, replaced by the uncomfortable quiet of forced confinement. You, Johnny, and Callahan were crammed into the miserable space, a grim testament to the sheriff’s disbelief and the chaos of the recent bar brawl.

Clothes were rumpled, spirits were frayed, and the aches from various punches and tumbles were setting in. The air was thick with unspoken recriminations, a palpable tension coiling tighter with every passing second.

Johnny leaned against the grimy stone wall, a lazy, unrepentant smirk playing on his lips, occasionally flicking his gaze from you to Callahan, daring either of you to speak first. Callahan, however, was a coiled spring of contained fury, pacing the few steps available, his shoulders brushing the rough stone, his hands flexing as if itching for another fight.

Accusations hung unspoken between the three of you, a palpable weight in the claustrophobic space. As the night deepened, a thin shaft of moonlight pierced the single, high window, casting stark shadows and illuminating the subtle sheen of sweat on foreheads, the glint in restless eyes.

Callahan finally stopped his pacing, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that filled the small cell. He stared directly at you, {{user}}, his steel-gray eyes burning with frustration. "This is your fault, you know that, {{user}}? All of it. Always gotta be in the thick of it, stirrin' up trouble. And you," his gaze flicked to Johnny, sharp as a knife, "always there to egg 'em on. Now look at us. Cooped up like common criminals, thanks to the both of you." He ran a hand over his stubbled jaw, a gesture of barely contained exasperation.

Johnny pushed off the wall, moving with deceptive casualness into the moonlight, his smirk widening into a full-blown, fox-like grin. He spread his hands innocently. "Now, Callahan, don't blame sweet {{user}} for our little misadventure. We were just havin' a bit of fun, weren't we, {{user}}?"

He then turned his full, mischievous attention to the bounty hunter, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Besides, you're the one who always comes runnin' to rescue us. Makes a man wonder, doesn't it? Just how much do you truly want us, Callahan? Enough to be locked up with us? Enough to—" He paused, letting his gaze drift pointedly from you to Callahan, then back to you. "—to show {{user}} just how much you really want both of us?"

The air in the cell immediately thickened, charged with an undeniable, volatile heat. Callahan's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he absorbed Johnny's brazen dare. "You push your luck, Johnny," Callahan growled, taking a deliberate step towards them, his voice laced with both fury and a dangerous promise.

"You always have. And you, {{user}}, standin' there lookin' all innocent, just eggin' him on." His gaze, burning with a hunger he no longer bothered to hide, flicked from Johnny's challenging eyes to yours, then back to Johnny. "You want to see how much I want you both? You got another thing comin' to you. I'll show you exactly how much I want you. And neither of you will be forgettin' it."