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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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[just_cant_lose]

'Right, yeah. Except...is that what you're getting?'

Futile.

[have_no_mercy]

"Hopefully."

But this is getting them nowhere. Again.

"What are you going to spend it on?"

[just_cant_lose]

He grins at her change in subject. Probably enough to show that he was just being a dickhead, because why not? He's in a good mood.

'I've got some travelling to do after Christmas. I only came home because of uni. I suppose I could stay in actual hotels this time, but I probably won't.'

His eyes return to the cash.

'Equipment, I should think. I'm a strong believer in investing in myself.'

[have_no_mercy]

"What kind of equipment?"

She believes in investing in yourself, too.

[just_cant_lose]

Another smile, a knowing one this time.

'The sort of equipment Bar won't hand over. The sort you have to know the right people to get, or mix yourself with chemicals from the hardware store.'

Stuff to announce himself with a bang, when the time comes.

[have_no_mercy]

"You'd have a blast in one of my labs."

Not that this is an offer.

[just_cant_lose]

'Are you going to let me come and play, then?'

If not, mentioning it was just cruel.

[have_no_mercy]

She's not the nicest person ever.

"Maybe."

[just_cant_lose]

His eyebrow quirks upwards.

'What do I have to do to earn it? I'm not going to beg.'

Beat.

'Unless you're into that, in which case I suppose I could.'

[have_no_mercy]

"You know full well what I'm into."

Begging isn't part of it.

[just_cant_lose]

He grins, all mischief and cheek.

'I do. Is that what it'll take to earn a tour? Because I've never thought of myself as a prostitue, but I'm not against the idea.'

[have_no_mercy]

"No."

She rolls her eyes at him.

"I might just let you in because I like you."

[just_cant_lose]

He cackles in glee, then pulls a sadface.

'Shame. I look stunning in fishnets. But yes, please, do let me in because you like me.'