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[just_cant_lose]

 
A young Jim Moriarty enters the bar looking thoughtful today. He's dressed like a student, carrying a bookbag and with (fake) glasses on his nose. He takes a coffee from Bar and goes to sit by the Observation Window, but he doesn't look out of it. He empties the bag of its contents, and sits there looking at that instead.

It's money. A thick stack of fifty pound notes, easily making the tens of thousands. Jim...doesn't look happy about it, or dismissive, or much of anything really. Faintly quizzical, perhaps. After a while he draws his knees up to his chest and puts his chin on them, still watching the pile like it might stand up and do something interesting. 

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[have_no_mercy]

She takes a seat nearby.

"Is it going to dance?"

[just_cant_lose]

‘Doubtful. But you never know.’

He’s never looked at fifty thousand in cash before. Who knows what it might do?

‘Hello, Tess.’

[have_no_mercy]

"Hi."

She studies him a moment.

"Is this the first time you've had that much money?"

[just_cant_lose]

‘In cash, yes. I’ve had other stuff worth more.’

But there’s something different about seeing it in front of you, isn’t there? Especially when it’s earned.

[have_no_mercy]

"It's not going to go away unless you spend it."

She offers.

"How did you get it?"

[just_cant_lose]

He shoots her a vaguely amused look, but it’s not unkind.

‘I’m aware. And I’m not afraid of losing it, I just thought it would feel different.’

He uncurls far enough to take a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket - and these look expensive, hand-rolled, not just bought from any old shop - and lights one before answering.

‘I was abroad doing some other stuff. A guy started mouthing off about a thing he wanted - I told him I could put him in touch with someone who could help.’

A light shrug.

‘People will obviously pay stupid money for ten minutes’ work if they don’t think it’s a kid doing it for them.’

It’s not news, but it’s still funny. And annoying.

[have_no_mercy]

She nods,

"That's usually how it starts. People use you to get what they want and eventually, you'll use them to get what you want."

A small smile.

"Can't argue the benefits of cash in the meantime."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim is pretty sure he doesn’t want much of anything, but just shrugs.

‘From what I’ve seen, I make a pretty lucrative career out of getting people what they want. Cash...I suppose I’d better find a way to launder it.’

He was making forays into that anyway, but this was an unexpected windfall that’ll need him to bring his plans forward.

[have_no_mercy]

"But that's not what you want. To work for other people."

That much she knows.

"You're going to want to do your own thing soon enough and this cash will make it an easier start for you."

[just_cant_lose]

‘I’m already doing my own thing. But you’re not wrong. I expect even a normal person could tell that about me.’

He takes a long drag. Then, on an afterthought, offers the cigarette over to her.

‘I was thinking of blowing it all on clothes, actually.’

[have_no_mercy]

She wrinkles her nose and just gives him a look. No, she does not want a puff.

"As they say, clothes make the man."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim looks amused again.

‘Do you think that’s true about me?’

[have_no_mercy]

"No."

Another smile.

"Your mind makes you. It just happens to also have good taste."

[vyvyan]

Nearby at the bar, Vyvyan is handing in handfuls of coins from his pockets and bag.

[just_cant_lose]

[OOC: Hit and run 'cos I gotta crash, but I'll be around tomorrow. <3]

Jim is pulled from his contemplation by the sound of the coins, and finds the source of it with an expression of mild, but undisguised, contempt.

[vyvyan]

[ooc: Me too, and awesome <3]

Vyvyan senses he's being watched, and eventually turns around, placing another giant bag of quarters on the counter.

"You know how to read - how do you spell 'triplets'?"

[just_cant_lose]

He always finds it amusing when people assume he's willing to be helpful.

'Why do you want to know?'

[vyvyan]

Vyvyan gestures to the big pile of coins.

"I want to get them something nice for Christmas."

[just_cant_lose]

'Who?'

Just 'triplets' isn't going to cut it.

[vyvyan]

"My triplets." Vyvyan says.

"I mean, I'm not very involved with them normally, I was just the sperm donor, like."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim look honestly horrified.

'You have children?'

Vyvyan. Has children.

No.

[vyvyan]

"Yeah, a few years back the Devil wanted someone to be a donor, and I wanted a shag, and then she had triplets." Vyvyan says. "They're about nine now, I think."

[just_cant_lose]

'There's a female Devil too? Interesting.'

Something he didn't know.

'Is she anything like the male one?'

[vyvyan]

"Dunno. Haven't had sex with the male one, that's more your department innit?"

[just_cant_lose]

Jim raises his eyebrows, deceptively mild.

'What're you saying?'