Moriarty sighed. He hated when John used the puppy dog eyes. "You will drink at least half of it. And then.. I might take a sip." He said, finally acquiescing a little bit.. He was still skeptical, but he took the whiskey and shook it up, so if there was anything on the bottom, it would be all through the whiskey, then handed it back.
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Date: 2018-03-05 03:43 am (UTC)"Come on, pet. Drink up."