Hullo. This is my first…er, finished…fic? Even it's only a oneshot~ I saw a post on tumblr—someone had overheard a conversation at a club between a shy guy, and another guy. I really, really thought the situation was super cute, so I had to write a scene for it. There needs to be more people like this in the world!
John stood at the bar, half-empty beer in hand. It had been Sarah's idea to visit the club, and he gave in rather quickly. Those pleading eyes—he would do anything for her. So far, the night had been fun. They had danced for about an hour, then got a few drinks. John hummed to himself as he waited for Sarah to return from the toilets. They were going to sit at the bar for a little while longer, just talking, fooling around. Like they always did when they went out.
John took a swig from his brown bottle. A tall man with disheveled, deep brown hair awkwardly made his way to John's side. The man fiddled with the cuff of his purple shirt before flashing John a tiny, faltering smile.
John smiled back, wholeheartedly.
"Hello, I'm Sherlock," the man said, loud enough for John to hear over the pulsating music.
John nodded. "Hey. John. What's up?"
Sherlock avoided eye contact with John as he moved in slightly closer. Then, in a voice barely audible, he said: "Er, nothing, really. I just wanted to tell you that you're quite attractive."
John's eyes widened slightly at the words, then a beaming smile spread across his face. "Thank you."
An awkward moment passed between them (but mostly on the other man's part, John felt no need to make the situation awkward).
"Are…are you here with anyone?" the man asked, obviously interested.
John licked at his lips. "Yeah, I am, actually! My girlfriend's just using the toilet."
Sherlock suddenly flushed a bright shade of red and ducked his head. He took a step back, obviously feeling ashamed. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, I—I didn't realize you were, er, straight," he stuttered out.
John raised a dismissing hand. "Oh, it's not a problem, mate. It's fine."
Sherlock considered something, then cleared his throat. "You…don't mind me calling you attractive?"
John shrugged with a grin. "A compliment is a compliment, no matter who it comes from."
Sherlock smiled weakly at that. He bowed his head and excused himself from John's side, walking into the mass of dancing strangers.
John continued grinning until Sarah came back. They chatted for a few hours, and John didn't see the other man for the rest of the night. Tonight had been a good night.