|Albert James Moriarty| Alcoholic

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A/N: Requests are closed for now!

Tag/s: Commoner!Reader

Warning/s: Violence, Sexual Harassment

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name
(L/N): Your Last Name


2nd Person's POV

"Come on..." a man's voice slurred, sending shivers down your spine as you looked around.

At the corner of the club was Holly, one of the servers, visibly uncomfortable as a man held onto her waist, trying to keep her in place.

You internally sighed as you made your way over.

"Let me go..." she muttered, trying to remove his arms around her.

"We're just gonna have fun..." he cooed, pulling her closer as she tried to avoid him with all her might.

"Excuse me, sir," you interjected, pulling Holly behind you.

"I'm not sure if you know basic human decency, but you're not allowed to touch the workers," you warned, wearing the sweetest smile you could muster as you hid the girl behind you.

"Oh yeah, what're you gonna do about it?" he taunted, standing from his seat as he looked down on you.

"I have to ask you to leave," you answered, making him scoff.

"Or what?" he taunted, as his friends, you assume, laughed along with him.

"Well..." you only gave him a smile before grabbing him by the hair, smashing his face on the bar.

"... that, pretty much," you answered as he fumbled back, groaning in pain as he held onto his nose.

You led Holly behind the bar as the man started to stand up.

"You bastard...!" he grumbled as he glared, his friends crowding around as they helped him up.

You only smiled at them as they surrounded you, "Sir, this is your last warning. Leave,"

"Go to hell!" he shouted as someone grabbed him by the shoulder.


You looked up and saw a man in a top hat with way brown hair sticking out and another.

"I believe you were told to leave?" he muttered, his green eyes ice cold as he stared down at the harasser.

The man could only gulp as he glared at you, muttering curses under his breath as he grabbed his coat and left with his friends.

"Lord Moriarty!" Sir Cabot greeted enthusiastically, shaking the man's hands energetically.

"I wasn't expecting to see you this early," Sir Cabot smiled as he led the man to the VIP room, making you raise a brow.

"Is he one of our bosses?" you whispered to Corliss as you pointed at the man.

"...He's Albert Moriarty. One of the regulars and a business partner," she explained, looking at you with a raised brow.

"Have you really not heard of him?"

"Well, it's not like I go scoping the guests," Corliss rolled her eyes as she went back to wiping tables.

"He's one of the decent ones, so don't go smashing his face or something," she warned, making you scoff.

"I--He was--Hey!" Corliss started walking away, making you huff.

"...Are they gone now?" Holly asked as she grabbed your shirt, looking around the club.

"Yeah, they just left..." you reassured, making her drop her shoulders with a sigh.

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