Fed up of being holed up in the penthouse alone, so have gotten up, showered and gone to a fancy bar.
Now sat in a booth with an exquisite tasting single malt, and my laptop.
He’s been in bed all day, but busy working from his laptop. A much needed distraction from the fact he’d heard nothing from Sebastian. He’d not eaten today, he hadn’t even showered.
“You’ve had breakfast cooked for me?”
He couldn’t help but grin at that.
“I’m thinking I’d like it to be my birthday everyday… minus the getting older that is”
SMS: @Tygeroflondon
[I owe you an apology for last night… I was incredibly intoxicated.]
[So yes, I’m saying sorry… but don’t get fucking used to it.]
[I miss you.]
Drunkenly texts.
SMS: Moran
[wasn even doing nthin wrong sleeping there!! fk u for gettin me kicked out like i was some… some fucking trespassing FOOL. u piece of shit]
sms: @_JMoriarty
[ I'll drop by a few jumpers to go with the pillow.. be as mad as you like, you know you can't sleep there though.]
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Ate cashews and watched a certain criminal get escorted out of the main house while holding onto a pillow.
What a night.












