"Listen here, love. I'm off the clock until this bottle is empty, so either wait your turn or sod off." He muttered before lifting the bottle of whisky back up to his lips for only one last drop to grace them. "Alright, talk." John muttered with a grumble.
"There is no off the clock." Not in their line of business, at least. Perhaps some got the luxury of taking a break, but Diana knew better than to assume she was some. Their work was important and all-consuming. It didn't wait for them to finish the bottle. "Come. You're needed."













