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Only doing this because otherwise I’d spam people’s dashs and we can’t have that aye?

“Hey, Harv. You here to visit me, or your friend Gordon, huh?”

The bars are cool against her face; her hair, a mess, falls over one black eye, and her clothes reek of smoke and sweat. They had ripped her ribbons out when she first arrived, chasing the razor blades tucked away inside, nearly taking chunks of golden curls with them.

It is kind of a chore trying to get through that film

Victor shrugged, “Words are hard when you add booze to the mix” Which is why he should probably not drink another drop… After he finishes what’s in his glass.

He pretended to be crushed by the ‘almost sexy’ comment she’d made, “Wasn’t going for sexy, it was supposed to be ominous…” Granted using ‘slippy’ killed whatever the intent  Victor was going for… and he honestly didn’t know what his intent was at the moment. 

“Right, but...Free alcohol, what can we say ? We’re poor sinners, faced with temptation....” She shrugged too, giving a little look to their rapidly emptying glasses. Of course, Ariadne didn’t come here to get hammered with the hitman - she had been officialy invited to the charity...Diner ? If by “diner” you meant “a succession of little canapés and other hors d’oeuvres while the guest fed their cirhosis”...At least, it wasn’t some weird “nouvelle cuisine”. It was....A bonus, in her humble opinion.

harvey // ❝But then I remember that alcohol existed.❞

A heavy sigh comes out before Ed can stop himself  — not that he particularly wishes to. Edward is not fan of drunk people in general, and much less of a fan of drunk cops that he doesn’t like. Memories of the past would make him wary of the other man, if the image of Harvey was new.  ❝I did not know you ever forgot it existed, detective.❞

"That was AFTER you betrayed me by lying to the cops about Martin! AFTER you believed Sofia’s lies over my own word and defected to her side, simply because she’s a Falcone! Despite the fact that I would have had NOTHING to gain from Don Falcone’s death!”  Rage once again filling his vision, Oswald’s struggles to escape the embrace of the hit man is renewed until he’s forced to stop and catch his breath. When he does speak again, he’s significantly calmer even though his tone is terse.  “But I will admit, that incident had been on the forefront of my mind since then. Why? Had you seriously pursued me, I would have ended up as one of your tally marks before the day was through. Why didn’t you continue?” There was no way Victor would have known that Sofia had been shot by Lee then. And therefore it was impossible for him to simply just...call off the mission. Even then, the hit man isn’t one to simply just drop a case permanently.  Another disconcerted grunt escaped the Penguin. “So...we’re just going to be stuck here for the rest of our lives then. With you latching onto me like a bizarre human backpack?”

Harvey vc: Well, shit.