Business Script – Game Night (Sherlock Fanfic)
Sherlock scratched his head with his gun. The idiots. Why were they taking so long to figure this out? The answer was right in front of them. It was clear that the victim did it. Sherlock had said so very clearly only moments before. "Sherlock, it's Cluedo. It's not actually possible for the victim to do it," John said. Sally Donovan rolled her eyes. "I told you he's a pain to be around." she muttered to John. Sherlock glared at her. "There is no other way it could possibly happen!" he cried in frustration. "It's a GAME, Sherlock." Lestrade pointed out. Anderson crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at him. Everyone at the table knew that Sherlock was impossible to reason with.
"Well it isn't a very well planned one. And the murderer, if there is one, is incredibly stupid." Sherlock exclaimed, firing a shot at the wall.
"Why did we invite him to be part of game night anyway?" asked Sally irritably. She had had enough. "Because he figured it out last time we had game night, and he was very upset," replied John. Sherlock threw his gun on the ground and walked to the door. "Where are you going?" asked Anderson, speaking for the thirteenth time since he arrived. Sherlock had been counting. "Out. I'm sick of this game," he replied curtly as he grabbed his scarf. When he left, Anderson, Sally, Lestrade and John look at each other quizzically. "Well that was fun." Muttered John. They all collectively rolled their eyes and continued their game of Cluedo without Sherlock.