…tonight calls for heavy rain.
"Weathermen," I snorted. "They're so cliché, and they're really not weathermen."
"Uh-huh." John muttered. It was the typical 'I don't care but I'm listening anyways' response. He had been acting like this since he got home from running errands exactly eight minutes and twenty-nine seconds ago.
"If you really think about it, they're given information or find information about the impending weather; then in return share it with the world. So they're really not weathermen per say. They're just humble men with good composure who get hired because they look good in a suit."
"Yeah sure." John mumbled with a smile. He seemed to be very taken with his cell phone at the moment, probably distracted by a text message with an incomplete thought.
"Why are you smiling John?"
"None of your business Sherlock." He placed his cell phone on the coffee table. Then he shrugged off his jacket and unknowingly exposed the reason for his behavior.
"So John, running a few errands is really code for I am meeting up with someone to have sex?" I questioned while smirking.
"Excuse me?" Now he was annoyed.
"You have unusually messy hair, a lipstick mark on your neck, the buttons on your shirt are uneven, and you look positively frazzled. You don't need to lie to me John, and I must say it's about time you got some."
John smiled again. "Oh Sherlock, you seem more happy with this discovery than if you actually got some."
I posted this on Mibba awhile ago then I squealed when I saw there was a Sherlock category on here. I had to post it. Meant to be cute little humorous drabble but I'm not very good at the humor.