[Sherlock: Drabble] "Seating Arrangements" [G]
Title: Seating Arrangements
Prompt: writerverse challenge #6 quick fic #2 (‘table or booth?’)
Word Count: 275
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Sherlock
Pairings: none
Summary: Sherlock is sulking, but John is hungry.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_bookclub
Seating Arrangements
“That’s it, Sherlock,” said John, coming to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk.
Sherlock scowled. “We are no closer to solving this case than we were an hour ago.”
“Yes, exactly. We’ve no new leads, no more clues, nothing you can’t sit and ponder over in a nice warm restaurant. And I’m hungry.”
“You know how eating on a case dulls my senses and-”
“Fine,” John interrupted. “Don’t eat. You can wait out here, if you’d really like, but I’m getting some food.”
Sherlock huffed sulkily, but followed John inside the Happy Eater.
“Hello,” said the woman at the podium. “Table or booth?”
“John,” said Sherlock, sharply, and John looked up, because that tone was either very good or very bad. “It was a booth!”
“What?” John asked.
“The surveillance point,” said Sherlock. “It’s so simple, why didn’t I see it before?”
“I have no idea,” said John, dryly, and Sherlock glared at him again.
“We had always assumed,” said Sherlock, “that the victim was killed by a blade used at close range, wielded by someone at an adjacent table. But a projectile blade might have been used from a booth much farther away.”
“That’s brilliant,” said John.
“Yes, yes,” said Sherlock, turning back toward the door. “We need to see Lestrade.”
John grabbed Sherlock’s elbow, using the taller man’s momentum to swing him back around. “You need to text Lestrade,” he corrected. “It’s going to take the police at least half an hour to collect the restaurant CCTV footage, and I’m still hungry.”
Sherlock huffed, sulky again. “Very well.”
John turned back to the now-wide-eyed hostess. “We’d like a booth, please.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cranky
Prompt: writerverse challenge #6 quick fic #2 (‘table or booth?’)
Word Count: 275
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Sherlock
Pairings: none
Summary: Sherlock is sulking, but John is hungry.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_bookclub
Seating Arrangements
“That’s it, Sherlock,” said John, coming to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk.
Sherlock scowled. “We are no closer to solving this case than we were an hour ago.”
“Yes, exactly. We’ve no new leads, no more clues, nothing you can’t sit and ponder over in a nice warm restaurant. And I’m hungry.”
“You know how eating on a case dulls my senses and-”
“Fine,” John interrupted. “Don’t eat. You can wait out here, if you’d really like, but I’m getting some food.”
Sherlock huffed sulkily, but followed John inside the Happy Eater.
“Hello,” said the woman at the podium. “Table or booth?”
“John,” said Sherlock, sharply, and John looked up, because that tone was either very good or very bad. “It was a booth!”
“What?” John asked.
“The surveillance point,” said Sherlock. “It’s so simple, why didn’t I see it before?”
“I have no idea,” said John, dryly, and Sherlock glared at him again.
“We had always assumed,” said Sherlock, “that the victim was killed by a blade used at close range, wielded by someone at an adjacent table. But a projectile blade might have been used from a booth much farther away.”
“That’s brilliant,” said John.
“Yes, yes,” said Sherlock, turning back toward the door. “We need to see Lestrade.”
John grabbed Sherlock’s elbow, using the taller man’s momentum to swing him back around. “You need to text Lestrade,” he corrected. “It’s going to take the police at least half an hour to collect the restaurant CCTV footage, and I’m still hungry.”
Sherlock huffed, sulky again. “Very well.”
John turned back to the now-wide-eyed hostess. “We’d like a booth, please.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cranky