Who: Sherrinford Holmes;Open When: Now Where: The building roof What: Looking at the stars and pondering the cruel universe? Warnings: None Rating: TBD
This was bullshit. Everything here had to be utter bullshit.It was one thing chatting up random strangers, let alone having a drink with a few of them, he'd done loads of that back home. Both on a job and off, it was one of the few things he was good at. Blending in, being part of the background, so much so that when it was time to move in nobody really noticed until he was right bloody behind them.
Here though? Things were different. The network was...gone. His boss..Moriarty. Jim. Was gone. Dead. and no amount of checking his phone, or trying to restrain the desperate hope that his name would crop up on the bloody mobile. He already knew the older man would have found it irritating, or likely amusing, that he checked the stupid thing every morning.
Huffing, he linked his fingers behind his head, gaze flickering upward at the twinkling sky above him. Even if he couldn't make out the stars, most of them at any rate, he knew they were up there. Settling against the ground a moment he took a long swallow of his booze. Fingers toying with the top of the bottle as he slowly relaxed against the cold cement under him. At least up here he didn't have to listen to anyone else's shite, he could just drink his booze and soak in the bit of the stars he could see.