Bless Our Sins

"It’s a public place, of course you’re not allowed!"

"I just need it every now and then, you know? The problem is that I don't care whether or not it's allowed. Can I offer you a free smoke to make up for it?"

"Oi, Tommy; we’ve got a job and as much as it bloody pains me to say this, but I might need your help on it."

"You need my help? I'm all ears, Sebastian… Sir. You know I would never refuse a chance to work with you. "

"Are you saying I could go to Paris for a small task? Bien sûr, d'accord."

Reyes. What can I do for you, mate?

"Pleasure seeing you, Moran. Just thought I'd let you know I finished my job. I realize you must've seen a lot already… But God, you should've been there."

                            “—Here to book an appointment I presume?”

"I'm actually here to have a chat, but who knows what could happen."

"Is that so? And where are you coming from?"

"I'm from America, but considering I was hired right here in London, I decided to move here seeing as it would make things easier. Work comes first, after all."

"It’s a public place, of course you’re not allowed!"

"Are you aware of how expensive smoking is these days, missy? I'm not going to stop merely because the law apparently has a thing against smoking. That'd be a waste of money."

"It means, exactly what I said - I am not Sebastian." To say he was unimpressed would be a slight understatement. He had an intense dislike for the mistake, mostly because it was a rather common one; but what else could you expect when you had an identical twin. Severin simply shook his head a little as the other started to talk. "I am his brother. My name is Severin."

"I guess that’s a matter of opinion. Name’s Jamie~ And who might you be?"

"It'd be a challenge finding someone who disagrees with me. Name's  Thomas. I actually just moved here."

OMFG

He hadn’t been facing him, hadn’t been paying much attention to his surroundings as he had been focussed on a notebook. Hearing the man address hi— Oh. A sigh left his lips. “I am not Sebastian.”

"What's that supposed to mean? I wouldn't forget such a face, you know." he stated, rather confused, as he lowered his weapon. "We had a brief conversation before Moriarty –" He cut off his sentence, far too curious to explain the whole story. "If you're not Sebastian… Who are you?"

"Just, ah… a joke… it’s not…" she grins, trying to stop herself breaking into giggles. "It’s not very appropriate, I don’t think."

Thomas shrugged, though refrained himself from telling the woman those were his favorite kind of jokes. "Let's hear it. I'm very curious now. You obviously seem to think it's funny."

"What do you think you are doing?"

    –  Am I not allowed to smoke in here?"

"Penny for your thoughts."