For col_bashermoran Tending to business and pleasure

[turn_u_in2shoes]

Not that he thought it would present a problem, Moriarty had come up with several assignments that he knew Moran would enjoy immensely. All sniper related or brutally up close and personal.  Setting the docket of said tasks aside, he swirled his his glass of Scotch in relative silence. Sipping occasionally at it, he  sat patiently waiting for Moran

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[turn_u_in2shoes]

He had to think about that question for a second. If Moran insisted he was all right then he'd trust the self diagnosis. The man had never let him down before and he had faith he wouldn't now.

"In the top drawer nightstand. They're all labeled accordingly."

And that was that. There were other thoughts foremost in his mind. His guest clients that evening were a definite handful. Alfred Whitmore, a disgraced peer of the realm the most pompous and rich of the three was after one thing only this evening, a rare Klimt painting. At least he thought he was. Moriarty planned to change that, redirect his needs ...expand them actually. Moriarty had other plans for that painting. Of the other two a Russian who loosely gathered his wealth by labeling himself an importer, Avraam Bratus and an ex I.R.A leader who only went by the name Ian, their needs were less expensive to him, but no less important. Guns and slaves marketed under the guise of gold or silver (in so obscene an amount that no vending machine could hold it). Each amount was specific and correlated to the amount of weapons or human traffic that were to be passed on to the bidder.

While Moran was getting ready, he too slipped into a bath for a good solid ten minute scrubbing followed by an almost hour long grooming session. He wasn't going to look anything but his best, if not better tonight.

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[turn_u_in2shoes]

Fresh from shower and obsessively long grooming, moreso than usual, he finally came into the main room where Moran was lounging, flicking his ear absentmindedly as he passed.

"What do you think, the grey or red?" Holding up two very expensive ties as he kneeled in front of Moran before sitting on the very sturdy block coffee table in front of the couch.

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[turn_u_in2shoes]

It wasn't that he truly relied on fashion tips from Moran, but it was fun to randomly yank his chain. Nodding in agreement, he began to put it on as the talked.

"Fair enough. That all sounds good. ...Oh, and Sebastian, do I have to remind you that if it goes in my favor, a certain tiger remains unskinned and or unhunted? No, you're right, such a good boy doesn't need reminding." He stands up and goes to the bar to make himself a small tumbler of his best Scotch.

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[turn_u_in2shoes]

His only concern was that Moran didn't get the business end of the tiger's wrath too badly if he did get to play. A couple of more scars were fine, but he'd grind that tiger's bones to dust if he killed his right hand.

"I'll light a candle for you then. Let me know after she's arrived and has been briefed. Any questions on what you need to brief her on?"

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[turn_u_in2shoes]

"I'm going to be taking a few calls in the third room." No need for Lucy to see which room was his at this moment in time.

ooc - if you and Lucy's mun want to start up the next thread in a new comment, you two can run with that a bit. If there is any questions, just hit me up in the ooc post. Sound good?)

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