"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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[He steps off into a small pub on his way home from work, tense and not sure whether he's waiting for the phone to ring or dreading that it might. He doesn't come in here often, but it's on his way home and he desperately needs a drink. He downs the small glass quickly and clears his throat at the sharp taste and slight burn, and he's prepared to pay and leave when he notices something--someone--familiar in the corner of his eye. He approaches the sofa and stands before John, putting his left hand down into his coat's pocket and extending the other to shake his hand.]
"What brings you here?"
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"Nothing in particular- I work just round the corner. GP's office. The babies can get a bit much, you know?"
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"Kids, yeah. Bit of a handful. My wife's been on about it more and more often as we're getting older..."
[He trails off and makes a face somewhere between a sheepish grin and a grimace, suddenly realizing he could do with another drink. He doesn't move yet to get one, though.]
"...one child's quite enough for me, I think. And you live with him. How's that going?"
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Speaking of which-]
"Alright, I guess. Well, as alright as things can be when you're living with someone who-"
[Wait, no. Mentioning the head in the fridge to a detective probably isn't the best of ideas.]
"-whose optimum time for playing the violin is two in the morning."
[And since Lestrade mentioned it, he's curious-]
"What's your wife's name, by the way?"
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"Elizabeth."
[He said the name with a subtle smile on his lips, thumbing the band around his left ring finger absently. After a moment in thought, he briefly excused himself to the bar and got a pint of beer for himself and one for John, coming back over to the sofa and giving it to him with little fuss made over it.]
"On me. Would be against my civic duty to not help a man sleep through Sherlock's concerto if I'm given half a chance."
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The smile grows on his return from the bar, and he nods his thanks.] You've heard his playing, then?
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[Lestrade's gaze is distant as he takes a single sip from his own pint. His eyes fix on a near-smoldering fireplace, and it seems he doesn't even realize he's being cryptic or even a bit distracted.]
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