moving day

[searchingfordistraction]

". . . you want me to what?"

"I know you heard me."

"I think," Moran said, "it's time we discuss my next pay rise."

Jim rolled his eyes. "This isn't a job, Seb, it's a favor. You're free to say no."

Moran eyed him for a moment. Then he pulled out his mobile.



Long story short, here he is now, in a fake flat, with fake possessions in need of fake removal to another fake flat, with Jim all kitted up as Rich Brook on the sofa next to him, waiting for the doorbell to announce the arrival of a man who decided Icarus Removals was the kind of name that would inspire confidence in potential customers.

Jim fucking owes him.

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[catslash_rp]

"I've got a couple other options," he says, "if you'd rather not be drinking before you get back in your van."

In other words, yes, it is still on the table.

[captaincrieff]

"Oh! Uh... One shouldn't hurt, I don't think. And I'm done for the day anyway."

He folds the cheque neatly and slides it into his pocket and tries not to look awkward.

"Thank you."