James Moriarty (consolcrim) wrote in westviewic, @ 2024-03-17 13:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, james moriarty (consolcrim), sebastian moran (sebmoran) |
So maybe he told Sherrinford that he couldn't come with them, claiming the lack of Irish in him after a lewd joke. And maybe Jim felt the tiniest twinge of guilt when the younger got all frowny about it. It didn't stop them from leaving and going out though. They ended up at one of the bars in town. Most of them had specials and were celebrating St. Patrick's Day. And Jim was taking advantage, laying it on thick. He even put on a silly green shirt he'd bought that had a big clover on. And he'd said a few things in the language to impress the bartender and garner them free drinks. Jim was grinning as he took a swig from his beer and glanced over to Sebastian. "This is the only day of the year I'm going with the grain," he said. It also likely helped that he'd had a small taste of what letting go and having fun could be like when they were memoryless. He just wanted to find a way to maybe have a fraction of that again without spilling all his secrets. "Now," Jim swallowed another gulp. "What's new, Sebby? I feel like you're being forgotten." |