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He was scre a m in g.
— oh, wait. No, that… that was just in his head. Seb, currently, was brooding over his third pint of the night at some shoddy little pub near the slummy parts of town. It was going to take much, much, more than that to satisfy his current need to get drunk and, concurrently, forget the fact that sleeping led to a new round of night terrors he’d thought he’d made it past.
“Fuck,” he sighed, just staring at the amber liquid before shifting on his bar stool to rub a hand over his tired face. It was going to be a long fucking night.
What was the point in hiring a man if all he was just going to was drink in some seedy pub? That was the question that continuously ran through the professor’s head and he strolled into the building.
Really now, Moran did have a terrible sense of timing. It seemed that whenever the professor didn’t have something for him to do, he behaved appropriately. When he did, he got drunk. It was rather annoying.
"Please tell me that is your first and only drink, Moran." Moriarty said, announcing his presence as he came to a stop behind the other man. "I can tell that it is not, but I would still like to hear those words."
His shoulders hunched at the familiar voice. Moriarty always had that habit of showing up when Seb was in a low spot. Fucking annoying—well, no, it wasn’t actually. But he liked to pretend at any rate. “S’ the point in lying?” There was a pause as he decided it was the perfect moment to down half his pint, wiping the foam from moustache as the glass is placed back on the bar with a decisive clink.
“‘m not drunk, yet, if that’s what you’re really after,” he stated, huffing his faux annoyance as he refused to face the other man.