We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end

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Who: Sherlock Holmes and Bruce Wayne (...as neither Sherlock or Bruce)
When: September 29th, briefly before sirens
Where: Any given shifty bar
Summary: Badasses in disguise cross paths. Zaniness ensues.
Warnings: Violence, maybe? Will update if needed.

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[kingofrooks]

Floyd Layton is a tall man, though you usually couldn't tell, given how much he slouched and hunched. His hands were usually shoved into the pockets of his too-big pants, which were as dirty as he had picked them off a dumpster truck - which, given how he looked, was likely, especially with the rope that threaded through his belt loops. His shirt was almost clean though, and fitted him better. His straw-liked hair was shoved under a baseball cap, the AGI logo faded enough for it to be another dumpster gain as well; it didn't hide the ugly burn down the right side of his face.

It was all good that he looked like that - after all, he was merely a lowly runner. Out of his luck, out of jobs, looking for some sort of work - any work - that would give him proper food at some time. But really, it was difficult for him, a conspiracy theorist who hated both companies and the Newcomers. But he was a beacon for people like him - people who believed in their own innate goodness without much to show about it, and who wanted to prove it to

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John Carter doesn't notice the man approaching him until the little plastic container is practically under his nose. His bleary eyes come to life for just a second, until he just blows smoke on them with an air of caution

[kingofrooks]

Oh, this was a smart one. Layton rarely met these - usually they just started leaning forward, all eagerness and drooling lips, asking how much, how much because this was the salvation they sought. They had been waiting for him, their hands held out. Except this one... maybe Layton had misjudged? The look in his eyes was a little too sharp for a habitual addict. Maybe he's new to this

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Sherlock doesn't have to fake the look of eagerness when the pill falls into his hand. Finally, a proper sample. Now, the problem would be getting out without having to consume it

[kingofrooks]

'Around my kids'. Either that was a real plea for his children, or... something else. It was common for men like Carter (and Layton himself) to claim to have children in order to gain some sort of sympathy. This man looked a little too young to have any- but then, what would Layton know? It wasn't as if he was an expert on people or something. That, he left to the shrinks and the cops.

(There was a part of him, hidden deep inside, then quirked his lips upwards. Oh, there was something different about this man alright; something about him that was almost too polished, too believable. The sugar-coating- oh yes. There was a desperation in him that wanted the drug

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Damn, the kids line was spreading it too thick, wasn't it? Move on from the subject. Back to the matter at hand.

"God, who even makes this kind of shit?" Carter says it flippantly, but Sherlock really wants the answer. Someone this low on the chain probably didn't know, but they had to get the drugs somewhere.

Part of him was tempted to try it. For scienctific reasons, really. To test it. He could only really understand the symptoms if he experienced them firsthand. But no.

"Nah, I got caught smoking some shit in the bathroom here once and nearly got banned. Don't wanna risk that."