Hades Lord of the Dead's December Calendar Challenge of Awesomeness 2013-2014 - Day Twenty One
[Prompt from I Am Nova]Prompt from I'm Nova: 21) Drunk Inspector(s)
I enjoy parties and the Scotland Yarders are excellent company at this time of year. It was for these reasons that I permitted myself to be persuaded to attend their Christmas celebrations and cajoled Holmes into accompanying me.
Holmes does not enjoy parties. I could see him becoming increasingly tense as we approached the public house that had been rented for the evening, until I felt that I had to enquire whether the fellow was all right.
"Yes Watson," he snapped brusquely in response to the question. "I simply do not relish the prospect of spending an evening with drunken imbeciles."
"My dear Holmes!"
He gave me a long-suffering stare and then closed his eyes tiredly. "Watson, Watson! You shall soon see for yourself what the Yarders can be like when they are not bound by duties," he snorted and thumped the side of the carriage with a gloved hand. "I only hope that they shall not be unexpectedly required tonight; they are probably already even less capable than usual."
I did not like his attitude at all and so I fell silent for a moment or two. "Well, I for one intend to enjoy myself," I said at last with a shrug of my shoulders.
He shrugged in turn. "Please, do not allow me to influence you; have a good time by all means."
Upon arrival, we found Inspectors Gregory and Jones with their arms about one another as they sang some rather unusual versions of popular Christmas carols.
"Doctor Watson!" Lestrade approached us none too steadily and shook me warmly by the hand. "Nice t'see you cud make it... 'nd that you p'swaded Scrooge 'ere t' join us."
Holmes addressed us both with a cold glare that was aimed down his nose and then stalked away.
I cannot recall very much of the party to mind, but Holmes has informed me in no uncertain terms that I made a fool of myself; though no more so than the Scotland Yarders.
I do vaguely remember Holmes rolling an unconscious Lesrade onto his side and shouting at all and sundry about common sense. I also have a confused recollection of someone dancing upon a tabletop and kicking bottles and drinking glasses in all directions.
I believe that I did nothing worse than telling one or two jokes that I learnt while I was in service (which seemed to prove popular with the official police force) and perhaps joining in with a song or two. I shall not ask Holmes exactly what transpired though; I get the impression that parties are very interesting things when a fellow is the only one of a roomful who is not drinking.
[Author's Note]Author's note: I admit that this is not one of my best attempts, but it is a quarter to three in the morning and I am somewhat "off my game" in any case. I only hope that you enjoy it regardless.
I enjoy parties and the Scotland Yarders are excellent company at this time of year. It was for these reasons that I permitted myself to be persuaded to attend their Christmas celebrations and cajoled Holmes into accompanying me.
Holmes does not enjoy parties. I could see him becoming increasingly tense as we approached the public house that had been rented for the evening, until I felt that I had to enquire whether the fellow was all right.
"Yes Watson," he snapped brusquely in response to the question. "I simply do not relish the prospect of spending an evening with drunken imbeciles."
"My dear Holmes!"
He gave me a long-suffering stare and then closed his eyes tiredly. "Watson, Watson! You shall soon see for yourself what the Yarders can be like when they are not bound by duties," he snorted and thumped the side of the carriage with a gloved hand. "I only hope that they shall not be unexpectedly required tonight; they are probably already even less capable than usual."
I did not like his attitude at all and so I fell silent for a moment or two. "Well, I for one intend to enjoy myself," I said at last with a shrug of my shoulders.
He shrugged in turn. "Please, do not allow me to influence you; have a good time by all means."
Upon arrival, we found Inspectors Gregory and Jones with their arms about one another as they sang some rather unusual versions of popular Christmas carols.
"Doctor Watson!" Lestrade approached us none too steadily and shook me warmly by the hand. "Nice t'see you cud make it... 'nd that you p'swaded Scrooge 'ere t' join us."
Holmes addressed us both with a cold glare that was aimed down his nose and then stalked away.
I cannot recall very much of the party to mind, but Holmes has informed me in no uncertain terms that I made a fool of myself; though no more so than the Scotland Yarders.
I do vaguely remember Holmes rolling an unconscious Lesrade onto his side and shouting at all and sundry about common sense. I also have a confused recollection of someone dancing upon a tabletop and kicking bottles and drinking glasses in all directions.
I believe that I did nothing worse than telling one or two jokes that I learnt while I was in service (which seemed to prove popular with the official police force) and perhaps joining in with a song or two. I shall not ask Holmes exactly what transpired though; I get the impression that parties are very interesting things when a fellow is the only one of a roomful who is not drinking.
[Author's Note]Author's note: I admit that this is not one of my best attempts, but it is a quarter to three in the morning and I am somewhat "off my game" in any case. I only hope that you enjoy it regardless.