Day 2; Cuddling somewhere
Jim liked to show Sebastian off. He liked to show that Sebastian, the handsome sniper, was his and his alone. But some times, Sebastian wanted to do it the other way around; After all, Jim was the most dangerous man in London. Untouchable and yet here he was, actually depending on the other man.
That particular night, Sebastian decided to take his boss to the pub. Jim absolutely hated those places unless he was in character and right now, he was 'just' the dangerous criminal; Himself. Sebastian had given him a glass of the finest whiskey, or at least the finest he could get in this place, had gotten a beer for himself and had lead Jim over to a table where his mates, usually other soldiers or people from 'the same circuit', were sitting.
Jim had always been light with a low alcohol tolerance; After two glasses, he'd already started to talk about stuff that varied from murder to Glee. But Jim still wasn't stupid; He knew why Seb had brought him here. By allowing the sniper to bring him here, he had allowed him to take control of the situation. And did he know what was going on..
The criminal had decided to turn the tables once more, snaking his arms around Sebastian. It was a good thing they were sitting down, tucked in a corner on the hardly-sofas, as Jim liked to call them. Sebastian had raised his eyebrows, putting out the cigarette in the ash tray. It was a good thing everyone else had been too busy to actually notice that the blonde man easily wrapped his arms around the thin smaller Irishman that was clinging to him like an evil koala bear. And just like that, Jim Moriarty had turned the situation around; He was in control, even though that meant cuddling in a pub in front of his sniper's friends.
The sniper and the consulting criminal.