Can't seem to stop writing MorMor and boredom in class is not helping or anything. Anyway, excuse the Lord Of The Rings references. It was plausible.
"It's getting dark, darling." Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran were sitting on a rooftop, seated on a blanket so Jim's overly expensive suit wouldn't be added on the victim list of that day. "Too dark to see." Sebastian continued.
To outsiders, they were just two men, possibly lovers, who were sharing a bottle of expensive and quite exclusive wine. Little did they know that those two men, possibly lovers, were the most dangerous men in London who had just claimed the lives of three men who had been in the way of their plans.
As they were sitting there, the cleaning service was doing it's job to remove the bodies and any evidence that the two men, possibly lovers, had even been there.
After the job, Jim had been so pleased with his sniper that he had invited him on the rooftop. His idea of a date but disguised as celebration. Seb had agreed but under the condition that he was allowed to bring a bottle of wine. First he had to get it though. The total bodycount of the day was now four. So far, so good.
"Dark's good, Seb." Jim didn't like the smell and taste of alcohol lingering on his tongue so he was now chewing on a piece of gum. "Like my suits." "Like your heart and mind." Seb scoffed but with a grin to show he meant well. "Drink to that, Sebastian." Jim sing-songed and Sebastian obeyed, putting the bottle to his lips to take a swig. Normally, he took the shots Jim called, especially once he was behind the rifle. But once they'd be home, they'd be almost equals. But of course, equality was limited.
Seb chuckled, offering the other man, possibly his lover, the bottle. "Sure you don' wan' some more?" He was slurring a little, which made Jim grin as he shook his head. "It's a killer for your braincells. That's /not/ a killer I'm a big fan of." The sniper pulled a face. "Grumpy." With a roll of his eyes, Jim took the bottle from the man, possibly his lover, hands, who gave him a reassuring nod. But the spider just put the cork back. "You're talking ordinary again." Sebastian slipped an arm around Jim's shoulders, who leaned in. "Sorry, boss." Seb pressed a lazy kiss on his boss' dark hair.
They were sitting on the edge of night; Their field of victory.