A Sordid Affair
"Honestly, why? Why, Sherlock, why?"
"I thought you had a perfectly sound reason as to why."
"I don't!"
"We were bored."
"So? We decided to play strip poker because we were bored?"
"Here John, have another drink. Your complaining is atrocious. It's your go."
"I don't want to go anymore! There's no way to beat you!"
"Yes, well, that is generally the only reason I agree to play silly games."
"To humiliate others!"
"Oh, come on, John. It's only you and me. It's nothing we haven't seen before."
"You're the one who walks around in his birthday suit at three in the morning!"
"You were the one who invited Sarah over, and you were the one who let her sleep in your bed. I didn't tell you to sleep on the couch."
"Why would you walk around naked anyway?"
"We're all born naked, John. Lay your cards. Oh, a full house. Creative. Unfortunately, I've a straight flush."
"How did you-"
"You have a slight reaction if you have a hand larger than a flush. If you have poor cards, you don't react. When you think you have good cards, you almost smile. It's a dead giveaway. You have a terrible poker face."
"Maybe because I don't play poker!"
"Trousers."
"Sherlock!"
"It's next in order."
"But, Sherlock, come on!"
"Maybe you'll get to have me take my shoes off next go-round."
"But I don't want you to take your shoes off! I don't want you to take anything off!"
"You're a terrible sport, John. Whatever will Sarah say when she tries to play with you."
"Play? Are you talking about poker still? Bloody hell, tell me you are."
"Trousers, John."
"I will not. I'm done."
"Now, John, you're behaving like a child."
"Because I'm around you too much!"
"Why did you do that? Pick up your cards, we're not done playing!"
"I am!"
"Oh look, you had a royal flush."
"... What?"
"See, right here."
"That's not a royal flu- Sherlock! Stop it! Get off of me!"
"It's the rules; take them off!"
"Okay, okay, you win! I don't have to take my trousers off for you to win! Get your hands off me!"
"It's not the same!"
"Sherlock! Bloody hell, stop it!"
"Boys, what is all the racket up here?"
Mrs. Hudson was the one to walk in on John and Sherlock wrestling on the floor. Sherlock's fingers were locked tenaciously around the waistband of John's trousers, determined to get them off as another step closer to winning the game. John had his own hand clutching at the waistband stubbornly, the other hand on Sherlock's chest to push him away.
"... Oh. Sorry, you two! Just hang a sock on the door next time, alright?"
"... Now she's got the wrong idea."
"Who cares. Just take them off."
"Sherlock!"
Sherlock doesn't understand boundaries. Sherlock just understands winning the game. ;D
R&R would be appreciated!
