Come have a drink with John~

[drpsychosomatic]

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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[andromynous]

As far as weeks in this city went, this one hadn't actually been all that eventful -- for her, at least. Remus going home was something that she was worried about for entirely unselfish reasons, since Sirius wasn't exactly well-known for dealing with situations like the one he found himself in now in positive ways. She'd gotten off work late again, however, so she was in the mood for a pint and a pie. The British-style (emphasis on style) pub was the obvious stop for her, but once she stepped inside ... well, she bee-lined for the familiar (if tired-looking) face.

"Hullo, John."

[andromynous]

"It's just -- difficult trying to keep my mouth shut about things. I think I might've mentioned I sodded it up before, telling my daughter she was dead and all."

Yeah, not her best moment.

[drpsychosomatic]

That was a moment for a mouthful of beer if ever there was one. Hitting it back to give himself time to think, he replaced the glass with a quiet clink and pressed his lips together thoughtfully.

"She couldn't have expected you to keep that one to yourself," he said eventually. "No-one could."

[andromynous]

"If I'd have known she was from so long before, I would've. It's just that I was -- more or less straight off of going through the -- identification process, as it were."

Definitely time for her to put a sizable dent in her own drink.

"But, ah. We were talking about you. Are things with Sherlock at least bearable? I hope he gives you some sort of compensation for putting up with him."

[drpsychosomatic]

"I think I've talked about Sherlock enough for a lifetime," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Not that I have much else to talk about, but that's beside the point. I didn't realise you had a daughter."

[andromynous]

She nodded. "Oh, yes. All grown up by now, of course -- I'm older than I look -- and she's a police officer here."

Andromeda grinned. "She's the one who helped me out when I first got here, actually."

[drpsychosomatic]

John blinked, trying not to make it too obvious he was trying to work out how exactly that was possible. Andromeda certainly must be older than she looked to have an adult daughter...

"I'll probably run into her, then," he said after a while. "Sherlock has this unique talent of pissing off the police."

[andromynous]

"I would say that she could help with some of the misunderstandings, but -- well, that's not exactly her forte."

She smoothed a hand through her hair. "And I'm 45, to save you some math."

[drpsychosomatic]

"That," John told her quite seriously, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Is not possible. I'm honestly not just trying to flatter you, but there is literally no way you are 45 years old. No."

[andromynous]

"It's the wizarding blood," she explained after a moment, eyebrow raised. "So -- maybe not possible for most, but entirely probable for the wizarding world. It makes dating past a certain age very ... interesting, I'm told."

Yet another thing to worry about when she arrived home again. Something told her that wouldn't be a concern at all, though.

[drpsychosomatic]

John laughed, an entirely unwelcome blush rising to his cheeks. Damn his face.

"I take it you go for younger men, then..?"

[andromynous]

She couldn't help the soft chuckle of her own.

"It seems this place doesn't give me much selection." And then ... well, she wasn't about to mention Dick or Wesley, really. "Not that I've been on many dates. Exactly one, actually."

[drpsychosomatic]

"One more than I have," he offered amicably, knocking back a mouthful of beer. "And we still haven't managed dinner..."

[andromynous]

"Then perhaps you can knock me up to a more respectable total," she teased with a shake of her head.

"I've also been here a good deal longer than you. But -- well, when I first arrived I wasn't in any state to be seeing anyone."

[drpsychosomatic]

A younger, less sensitive John Watson would have leapt on the chance for a knocking up joke, probably. Luckily for them both, however, he'd learnt a little restraint since his teenage years.

"I'm glad to hear things have got easier for you, then," he said. "Seems like this place will take a bit of getting used to."

[andromynous]

"It helps having people to help you get accustomed to this place. And I was lucky to have my cousin here to do just that." And her daughter.

Yes, they're both glad that there aren't any pregnancy jokes going on.