Sebastisan Moran sat in the small confines of the prison cell, and stared at the grey wall on the opposite side. He tapped his foot along with the rythm of his breathing, tap , tap , tap . It echoed throughout the cell .
He looked to his watch, they'd let him out soon; as soon as they had confirmed his sobriety. He smirked as he attempted a recollection of last nights events. Most of what he could remember was his first drink of the night, throwing punches at some guy and being slammed against a police car . Taken in for drunk and disorderly.
He was bored. Terribly bored.
"Can you bloody let me out ? I'm as sober as a fucking nun." He hollered in a rough voice to the police officer he knew was outside the door. This wasn't his first time being here.
" Brian come on." He said a little quieter, however when his request was ignored he kicked the door, " LET ME THE FUCK OUT" .
He heard Brian's voice, the officer who seemed to always be here when he had one of his drunken mishaps , call from the hallway outside.
" Fine , fine. Don't kick the door again, the boss'll kill me if there's damage done ."
Brian was young and short and handsome, with slicked black hair, unlike Seb's dirty blonde, spiked mop. He always carried a baseball cap in his back pocket and whenever he was around you could hear the popping of gum. Seb liked Brian, well, as much as someone like him could like a police officer. Brian seemed far more layed back than the rest, then again, since he lost his last job working as a hitman for the head of a drug cartel, very few other police officers had been around during his overnight stays at the station, so he didn't have much of a comparison right then.
Seb caught a glimpse of some dark brown eyes through the peephole in his door, and smirked when he thought that Brian must be on his tiptoes to see in.
" How're we feeling today the Mr. Moran?" Brian asked as he fiddled with the keys on his belt, searching for the correct one.
"Fine once I get some water down me ...oh yeah and out of this bloody piss smelling room." Seb wrinkled his nose at the toilet in the corner. He'd never use it, but the people who did seemed to be too drunk to do anything other than piss up the grimy wall .
"Hey" Brians Irish lilt carried through the door, " you're not the one with the job to clean it , count yourself lucky."
Seb rolled his blue eyes as the grimy white door opened , " Doesn't look like it's your job either- or anyone's" Seb muttered , looking over his shoulder and grimacing at the dirty toilet again, as he left the cell.
Brian held his hands up , " Hey it' my job, doesn't mean I do it."
He smirked at Seb and Seb smiled back and strode over to the dirty wooden desk. Brian went into the back room and rummaged around for something , Seb drummed his calloused fingers on the desk. The rest of the station was pretty much empty , apart from one or two other seriously hungover drunk and disorderlies.
Brian emerged from the background with some papers,
" Still unemployed I see? Sign here..." He said, it must have been his attampt at small talk , Seb thought. But, he nodded as he signed.
" That's right."
" Well, it's understandable." Brian said , looking up at Seb with a cocky grin on his face, " Who would take on a man with a dishonourable discharge from the army who is hiding from his drug cartel leader ex-boss who's out to kill him?"
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Tiger
Fanfiction*post his last vow* Moriarty returns from the dead to his assassin Sebastian Moran. However things don't seem the same... Moriarty competes with his brain, but in his attempt to rid himself of his problems, his feelings, will he just cause torture...
