Oh, Arm in Arm We Are the Harmless Sociopaths
Who: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Kenzi
When: After this conversation.
Where: 20A - where else?
Summary: The weirdos humour each other and getting drunk is not a thing that Sherlock Holmes does, thank you very much.
Rating: Never can tell with these three. PG-13. Maybe R.
Warnings: Swearing and other such indecencies.
Sherlock set his communicator down and waited. It wouldn't be long before John returned from his 'shower', nothing more than a rub-down of the more essential bits with as little as possible of their carefully rationed water. For Sherlock, who, when not working, couldn't stand to be anything but meticulously clean, this week was shaping up to be horrible in a number of different ways. Nevermind the fighting and the drunk people and all the rest, he was itchy.
Still, he smiled up at John from his position on the bed when the other man returned.
“Kenzi's coming over,” he said. “Apparently. It was more of an ultimatum than a request, really.”
Right, and maybe Sherlock had encouraged it, but he certainly wasn't going to say that. He was still uneasy with the idea of letting other people into their room, but given how many people had been tramping in and out of it lately (one of the four-legged variety) he was having to become more flexible on that front. Still, when she left he'd inevitably end up rearranging things just for the sake of re-establishing his own space like the irritable and highly territorial tomcat to which John often compared him.
When: After this conversation.
Where: 20A - where else?
Summary: The weirdos humour each other and getting drunk is not a thing that Sherlock Holmes does, thank you very much.
Rating: Never can tell with these three. PG-13. Maybe R.
Warnings: Swearing and other such indecencies.
Sherlock set his communicator down and waited. It wouldn't be long before John returned from his 'shower', nothing more than a rub-down of the more essential bits with as little as possible of their carefully rationed water. For Sherlock, who, when not working, couldn't stand to be anything but meticulously clean, this week was shaping up to be horrible in a number of different ways. Nevermind the fighting and the drunk people and all the rest, he was itchy.
Still, he smiled up at John from his position on the bed when the other man returned.
“Kenzi's coming over,” he said. “Apparently. It was more of an ultimatum than a request, really.”
Right, and maybe Sherlock had encouraged it, but he certainly wasn't going to say that. He was still uneasy with the idea of letting other people into their room, but given how many people had been tramping in and out of it lately (one of the four-legged variety) he was having to become more flexible on that front. Still, when she left he'd inevitably end up rearranging things just for the sake of re-establishing his own space like the irritable and highly territorial tomcat to which John often compared him.