You had just finished a mission with James. Hoping that your night was over and you could head home, you started back to the Moriarty’s estate to gather your things.

“How about a drink for your troubles?” James suggested on the carriage ride back. His legs were crossed, his signature smug smirk tugged on his lips as he sat across from you.

The sight irked you, but you were slightly enticed to accept. Free alcohol sounded like a good way to unwind after all that tension and physical labor.