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

Comments

[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."

[drpsychosomatic]

"I might have drawn the short straw on that one," he joked, shaking his head. "Sherlock Holmes isn't particularly good at helping people settle."

[andromynous]

"Well, if it's any consolation - my psychotic and estranged sister is also here."

That had made things a little less comfortable.

[drpsychosomatic]

John couldn't quite help the (very many thank you) giggle, choking it back and attempting to drown it with a mouthful of alcohol as quickly as humanly possible.

"Well, I feel much better already. Don't know about you."

[andromynous]

"I'm glad to hear that. I think you need a refill on your beer, though."

She was going to have to carry him home, wasn't she. Magically-aided carrying would be possible.

[drpsychosomatic]

"I wouldn't say no," he agreed, flagging down the bartender for another.

"This... place. Does it ever start making more sense?"

[andromynous]

"Less sense, if anything. There's no real regular routine to it, other than 'occasionally things go to hell'." She took another long pull of her own drink and set it on the counter; nearly done herself.

Woops.

[drpsychosomatic]

"Great," he chuckled, indicating that he'd have another for Andromeda, too.
"Just what I need."

[andromynous]

"It could be worse, really. At least it's not -- constant."

[drpsychosomatic]

He nodded, thoughtfully. Privately, he was fairly sure this place was just about the worst place Sherlock (and therefore himself) could have ended up. None of it made any sense...

"True."

[andromynous]

At least it was eventful. Andromeda, at least, enjoyed this place because it gave her the chance to have more time with people who weren't around where she was.

"But it does -- need some settling in. Quite a lot of settling in, actually."