for col_bashermoran Moriarty stalking ...must be Tuesday.

[turn_u_in2shoes]

Oh yes, it's naked day apparently, in the Moriarty household. It was sweltering hot even at their level and he knew somewhere in the suites, Moran was most likely wearing practically nothing himself  air conditioning be damned. Listening for the slightest sound, he padded au naturel toward the room Moran favored and listened intently at the door

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[col_bashermoran]

[turn_u_in2shoes]

Good. He was in doing what Moran was best at, being surly and watching bloodsports. Taking a step away, he went and fetched his own drink. Still naked and carrying a bottle of Vodka, a glass, and a small bucket of ice on a tray, he stepped inside as if it were the most perfectly normal thing in the world.

"Anyone die yet?" He asks and fixes himself a drink before plopping himself down on the bed beside Moran.

(ooc - Moriarty may not be afraid to enter, but I was. *G*)

[col_bashermoran]

[turn_u_in2shoes]

It would probably give Moran a great deal of satisfaction to know that Moriarty was still feeling the aftereffects of their fun on the plane. Fidgeting to get comfortable, his well bruised backside finally found the perfect spot.

"Well, there is that. Then again, most anything aired on tv will bound to disappoint you after all you've seen. ...and done." Then again, the voyeur in him had Moriarty transfixed as the two pummeled each other. Drinking in one gulp, the ice was still fresh as he poured another vodka without his eyes leaving the screen.

(ooc no worries. Moriarty would be worried if Moran was too happy. :D)