A.N.: This just popped into my head while I was waiting for the bus - and it just had to be written (for Sherlock). I'm beta-less, so expect mistakes.

The door slammed close. Sherlock looked up from his lying position on the couch. John just stood there, breathing heavily. Increased heart and breathing rate, slight redish face and narrowed eyes. He was angry. John sighed and sat down at his chair. Sherlock looked at him, saying nothing. John stared ahead, before saying:

"Why is it that everybody who leaves the house for just a minute just has to wear a fucking cloud of perfume or cologne smelling like they bloody bathed in it?"

Sherlock fired:

"It seems to be a social norm to wear as much perfume as possible as to not exude other odorants that may be negatively received by their environment. This goes back to-"

"I know why! But why do they have to put that much on? And use the tube to go wherever the fucking hell they are going? What's the use of annoying the hell out of everyone within a remote smelling distance?"

Sherlock looked confused, albeit very shortly.

"I suppose this rant was not triggered by only one person?"

"Obviously not. It was a whole bunch of young women wearing the shortest and most revealing outfits possible. That would not have been necessary, as all of them, and when I say all, I mean every single bloody one, smelled like they had been submerged in perfume for weeks. You could not have missed them by their exuberant smell alone! But the chatter!"

Sherlock looked at the ceiling again.

"Boring."

John sighed again.

"I was ranting, Sherlock. I needed that off my chest, because, boy on a one-way ticket to hell, was I pissed off by these obnoxious women. Still am. Either way, you could have just stayed silent - oh, yeah. Never mind. I'll go to my room. Need alone time."

With that he stood up and muttered mostly to himself:

"Screaming like little girls on cocaine... disturbing my hard fucking earned peace.. bloody kids these days..."

With that his door closed and left Sherlock lying on the couch feeling very bored indeed.