|👉👈🥺 im sowwy I forgot about pick ur poison|

With deft hands did he roll another cigarette. Two now on the table in front of him as he gently tapped them both on the back of his hand, packing the tobacco into place like he's done so many times before. Without looking up, he offered one to the man beside him as he brought his to his lips. He accepted it. Not looking back at him either as he took a match. Lighting it between his teeth before bringing the small flame to the end of his friend, watching as he took a breath before putting his own between his lips and burning his.

White pillowy smoke rose out of the mouths in gentle streams, their nightly ritual done. But the task at hand was one neither found ritual at all. They look at the envelopes in front of them. Their names on each, in intricate black ink, over gold paper like neither have ever seen before. Between both neaty placed envelopes, a neat stack of even more, tied together with lacy red ribbon.

The room was the smallest in the entire house. Enough for the long table pushed against the wall, the few shelves that hold whatever knickknacks stored there, and two seats, right beside each other, with an ashtray just between them. Dark eyes and light ones both focused on the same thing. Sitting down close besides each other in the tight space, quite willingly for two people who seemed to hardly stand each other.

In simple silence did they sit. This was their office, neither referred to it as such, they didn't call it anything really for how often they used it. They simple retreated here when the days were near their end. When parties went on outside, or they had finished one across town and came to count their bills. It was in Sammy's place. A tucked away corner not many, if any, have seen. Since Dory never really seemed to have a place of his own, he shared this slice of quiet with him. But it was as much his home as anyone elses. They built it together really, as much as it seemed the contrary.

The music that drifted in was quiet. It was reaching the 'slow hour' as Dory liked to call it. Where the life seemed to drain, the soft songs started, people dropped like flies, and the party, like always, comes to an end.

Gently unbuttoning his coat, he leant forward as the gold glinted in the low light. No one was supposed to be in here but them. Ever. Yet there it was, placed like they already knew which seats each liked to take. They would have been much more bothered by the intrusion, had it not been something they seemed to expect.

"Work?" Sam said first, taking another puff of his cigarette, holding it in as he picked up his own gleaming envelope with the warranted curiosity that seemed to sit just behind the annoyance in his eyes. Samuel Lezats written in such neatly curled letters he had to take a moment more to inspect them.

"I think this was what I was talking about, Sam." Dorian smiled. Picking his up to hold to the light. The writing near impossible to read through such a envelope, and he gave up trying as he marveled at the gorgeous paper a bit more. "The job to end all jobs."

Samuel left nothing else to his imagination. He tore his open with little thought, quick to read the creamy white paper inside. Dark eyes roaming across the page as his brows furrowed. Looking up to the green ones that burned into him expectantly.

"I like work," He said flatly. "Didn't plan to quit now just because you're tired and coin hungry."

"Oh please, all fish swim, but that doesn't mean they aren't going to stop at one point." He opened his a bit more gently. Not wanting to disturb the paper much, he liked the way his name was written. He hadn't seen it in such a fancy look before he thought he might just keep it.

"That's not because they like it, its because they die you fuckin' idiot." He mumbled brutely, not sparing kindness in his remark as he looked back to the letter, then to the stack of envelopes. A small sigh passing through his lips, smoke billowing out of his nose as Dorian laughed hard enough to almost fall out of his chair. None the wiser to the words he called him being serious or not. Even if he was, he wasn't one to care.

Smoke drifted up in silky white curls. Up and and up as they thinned and faded into the air as they sat together. Already set in their minds their next step as they headed the words and warnings they need.

Green eyes looking into black as the night slipped away. Already thinking and praying and planning as the evening turned to day.

A job to end all jobs all right.

They'd be lucky to even get it done.