archcrawford:

crownedvillain started following you

It was his seventh shot of whiskey, the strongest the skinwalker could find. To claim his life had taken a horrendous and unexpected turn would be an understatement, and to deal with it he had chosen alcohol. As usual. 

Downing the entire glass and welcoming the familiar burn against his throat, Archie poured yet another shot. He remained oblivious to the presence in the doorway for the moment, only when the door handle knocked against the wall did he jolt and drop his glass; the entire contents falling upon the wooden floor beneath his feet. “I don’t-” he began, wincing as he swallowed thickly, hoping to eradicate the burn from his throat, “Didn’t we already… sort the… thing. I don’t want to deal with it anymore, go away!”

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   _{Yes, that was exactly the word Jim had been searching for - his brows knitting together, amber hues casting over to curiously glance at the obviously intoxicated fellow. Once entering the room he was immediately introduced to the stench of strong liquor and cigarette smoke, and just for a mere moment the lawbreaker felt as if he had made a return to good ol’ 221B.}

   _{❝Careful you don’t make too much of a mess, blondie. This is a nice suit, after all, and I wouldn’t have to want to put you in my bad books so soon.❞ The first words taking leave from Moriarty’s throat, then a devilish grin followed after that; creeping along his features like a spider scuttling along it’s woven web.}