WHO: Dr. John Watson and... you, if you like! As long as you are of legal age to drink, I guess.
WHERE: The most pub-looking bar John can find within a walkable radius of his flat
WHEN: After moving in with Sherlock to their new place in the City
WARNINGS: None really. John's a fairly well-behaved drunk. Mostly.
SUMMARY: John's scouting out a watering
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"Hullo, John."
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"Oh! Andromeda. Hi. Sorry, I should have called you. Was going to do it the other day, and then Sherlock found some kind of fungus..."
He trailed off with an apologetic smile, more than aware of how ridiculous he sounded.
"Can I buy you a drink? I've only just started."
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"You certainly can. I'll order food for myself, though -- I'm a tad starved. Somehow managed to miss lunch at work again." Funny how that happened more and more frequently lately. Heh.
"No worries about that. I think we all got a little tied up in things after the debacle that was the, ah, Parade."
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Which is a feat, considering her England probably isn't even exactly like the one in this universe. She peered over to him. "I'm guessing that's what's brought you in as well."
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He raked a hand through his hair and pocketed his phone, the first couple of lines of a write-up glowing balefully up at him from the screen.
"What can I get you? I'm not... entirely sure what this is, but it isn't that bad," he explained, indicating his barely-touched pint.
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"What've you been up to?"
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"Moving, actually. Sherlock and I found a flat. Not a bad little place really."
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"Oh? I'm happy for the two of you, then -- something a little more private."
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"No, I- we're not a couple!" He attempted lamely. "No. I'm not- we're not-- we just live together. Colleagues, you know. He's-"
He cleared his throat, forcing a smile onto his face awkwardly.
"He's just incapable of looking after himself."
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"Ah, forgive me for -- you two just seemed very close, that's all. Just friends, then -- and caregivers at some points. Got it." She reached out to touch his arm gently. "That's good of you."
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"I think you probably need a break from ... looking after him now and again, right?"
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"My daughter and most of the others here -- they're from a few years before I am in the war." Which was good and bad, considering. Good because there was already a good deal of back-from-the-dead going on in this place, but bad because she was never sure how much she could say around them.
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