So I start a revolution from my bed

A few weeks ago I jumped back into Inception fandom. And while I am working on the longest fic in my life, I suddenly wanted to read something about bunch of pointmen and pointwomen bitching about the people they work with. And then I realised that, well, I am clearly old enough to fill my own prompts these days. 

I send the first few lines to my friend, she wrote something as well and suddenly we got two parts. 

The points’ annual drinking night series

Part 1: A pointman walks into a bar

Summary: You don’t bring phones and weapons to the points’ annual drinking night, but you better do bring a knife to a gunfight. Also, some things are getting crossed off of the ongoing will-they-won't-they list of bets.

Or, in other words: Arthur’s connections may or may not be his friends as well.

Part 2: What Arthur missed while being dragged through Seoul

Summary: A bunch of drunk points probably shouldn’t be planning how to get rid of Dominic Cobb while also planning how to hide it from Arthur. Someone might have a mafia hitman on a speed dial and some people that aren’t Eames may be worried about Arthur’s wellbeing.