"No, Sherlock, I can't! We're in public for Christ's sake."
"But John, I can't wait any longer," he pined.
John looked up from his mug of black coffee, no sugar, across the table at his flatmate. Sherlock turned, mock-offended, and looked out the window of Speedy's cafe.
John sighed. "Look, Sher-"
Sherlock cut him off with a sharp shrug.
"Don't be like this. You know I want to, it's just..."
"Just what, John? You've always got an excuse."
"It's just we're in public and we made a deal!"
Sherlock turned the collar of his jacket up; his eyes darting around the coffee shop, looking anywhere but John. "You never want to though."
John breathed out heavily. "Right."
"What?" Sherlock turned sharply to John.
"I said, right. I'll do it."
Sherlock suppressed a grin. "For real?"
"Yup, I said so, didn't I?" John got up tentatively. Sherlock loosened his scarf in anticipation.
"DA DA DADADADA DA DA CIRCUS, DA DA DADADADA DA DA AFRO, CIRCUS AFRO, CIRCUS AFRO, POLKA DOT, POLKA DOT, POLKA DOT AFRO!" John harmonised, in sync with his Gangnam-style dance.
"I'm BORED!" Another gunshot flew at the wallpaper of 221B Baker Street's living room.
"For goodness sake, Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson shrieked rushing through to the kitchen.
"BORED." His finger on the trigger, he closed his eyes and fired.
"Sherlock!" John warned .
"Why don't I make you a pot of tea?" Mrs. Hudson made a peace offering in a bid to save her poor walls.
"That would be lovely," John said over the moans of Sherlock.
"Just this once, mind. I'm not your housekeeper." With that she bustled off to put the kettle on.
"Oh yes, how wonderful, tea!" Sherlock's sentence dripped with sarcasm as he threw the loaded gun down on the sofa nonchalantly. At a warning glance from John he collapsed into his armchair.
"Why don't we go out somewhere?" John suggested.
"Where? What's the point? There's nowhere now you got us banned from Speedy's."
"I got us banned?!" John put his newspaper down on the table. "I didn't want to do that stupid dance; it was you who persuaded – blackmailed me into doing it!"
"Oh, you enjoyed it, John." Sherlock smirked.
"I said it was for your eyes only!"
"Was that the only thing for my eyes only?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows.
"Don't."
"Afraid Mrs. Hudson will hear?"
"Sherlock."
