A/N: Oh my goodness! I have been sort of AWOL on here lately right? Well, here's a "sample" of a possible story. By the way, let the part where it says "(insert name here)" or "(name)" represent the guy who told Watson about Holmes. At least, till I get a name for him. K, so enjoy and tell me what'cha think!
I walked into the apartment; the smell of alcohol was thick in the air. Funny, I had thought that (insert name here) said that Holmes didn't drink. However, (name) was also quite the compulsive liar at times. I saw two legs sticking out from behind the counter. Was he dead? I walked over and he looked unconscious. When suddenly, a pair of eyes popped open and shouted "Hello there!" I jumped back in surprise. The man rose to his feet and stuck out his hand. "I'm Kenneth Holmes, and you are?" I replied by shaking his hand and saying "I'm Logan Watson. Why is your head bleeding?" "Oh that?" he asked. "That was just a bit of an accident." I stared at him, bewildered. "Oh, I just got a bit, uh… tipsy, and, I slipped and hit my head on the counter." He replied, as if it was the most normal thing. "Is this something that happens often?" I asked. "Uh… Yes. Things like this happen often."
"Well, it may be "normal" for you but, it isn't very safe." I replied.
"Oh, safety is for idiots!"
Figures, (name) would set me up with a drunk lunatic as a roommate.
A/N: Soo… what'd ya think?! Review! And, if you have ideas, feel free to tell me them! Thanks!