I really need a drink...

[perfectlysteady]

"Most people blunder around this city and all they see are streets and shops and cars. When you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you see the battlefield..."

Life seeing the true face of London can be an adventure. Sometimes, however, at the end of the day all one really wants to see is a stiff drink...

Two People Walk Into a Bar
A Glimpse into the

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[dearjohnwatson]

[It wasn't entirely unusual for John to have a pub stop on his way home from the clinic. But to do it more than three times a week, well some might call him out on it. A doctor? With a drinking problem? Poppycock. As it is he mostly goes alone, which he's positive Sherlock wouldn't appreciate after the whole ... bomb ... thing. But he does it anyway

[ssawyer81]

[Sarah's quite liking her job at the moment- she's mostly seeing pensioners and the odd hypochondriac- but she's noticed John's mood progressively getting fouler all week, so when the office closes she spies him heading for the pub again, she follows. Waits outside for a moment, of course (she really doesn't want to make it look like she's stalking him), then heads indoors and settles herself on the barstool next to him.]

Hey. You alright?

[dearjohnwatson]

[The very moment he heard the bar stool move next to him, he turns slightly with his eyes closed to tell Sherlock to go back home, he's tired, he'll be there soon. He didn't need a ride home, an escort or whatever. He'll be home after he finishes this pint, but the sound of the voice caught him before he could see it was, indeed, not Sherlock.]

[He sputters a little into his drink.] "Oh-- um, Sarah. He-Hello."

[Giving a slightly tense smile at that, he swiped a hand down over his lips to make sure he wasn't still sporting a Guinny 'stache and once more glanced at her, trying to be as cordial as he could. Sarah hadn't done anything wrong, but it had been a rough day. And to make matters worse, he still had to deal with whatever was waiting for him at home. It made nights out at the bar more frequent, if only to delay the inevitable.]

"I'm fine. Just fine. Enjoying a cold one, watching bad sports telly," [He hadn't once looked up at those screens until just then, realizing it wasn't even sports, but news.] "... Or, the news. Care to

[ssawyer81]

[Her lip quirks at the slip- John must be tired if he was this unobservant (Sherlock's been rubbing off on him lately, and no wonder with the monopoly on his time he's claimed). She refrains from laughing, though. Doesn't look like it'd be welcome.] That'd be lovely, thanks.

[dearjohnwatson]

[Getting her a drink and finding someone to talk to took the edge off of his day a little bit. When she received her pint, he offered them a cheers to the day, clanked their glasses and took a small swig. With Sarah here, he'd be less of a lush. Or so he hoped.]

[ssawyer81]

[Sarah sips her beer, not entirely sure what to say at this point. She's seen very little of John since the night when he'd failed to show up at her house- he'd said something vague about a bomber the next day, and the undertone had been 'leave it at that'. A couple of times she opens her mouth to speak, but decides against it, hoping that John hasn't noticed. If he wants to talk to her, she figures, he will.]

[dearjohnwatson]

[Realizing then that he'd been staring off into space thinking rather than drinking/talking, the doctor brought him back to the present and turned his head ever so slightly to look at her.]

[He had no doubt that after his little awkward moment not quite explaining what happened to him the night at the pool, he could never tell her what really happened. The only ones that knew what truly happened were Sherlock and Jim, and that was how he wanted to keep it. He cleared his throat, set a smile on his lips and tried the usual social experiments and started with general conversation.]

"You don't ... usually come here after work, do you?"

[For a moment there, John sounded a bit like a man with a drinking problem, having not seen Sarah at the pub that week up til now. And then his slow mind somewhat kicked into gear and realized Sarah didn't seem like the type that lead a very stressful life. She had it all perfect for herself. John twisted his hand on the handle of his pint and tried to come off as social. He wasn't sure it was working