"…yeah Sarah. I know. This is really important to you. I'm not offended. Of course, I know. Who do you think I am? Ok…bye. Love you. Bye bye. Bye." John walked into the room where Sherlock lounged on the sofa. John stared at the detective, perplexed.
"You haven't moved for…" John glanced at his watch. "10 hours. Aren't you bored?"
Sherlock wriggled.
"Of course I am but you don't need to know that. You told me to stop shooting things and moaning. So I did. Sarah busy?"
John sat down, resigned.
"Yeah. She can't come. Got a conference. A big one. Who am I going to take now?" John gestured to the golden envelope on the table and shook his head.
"You don't have to take anyone, do you?"
"Course I do. I mean it does say 'Dear John Watson, You are invited to the wedding of your cousin Henry Baskerville to his beautiful wife, Lisa. This invitation can be used as an entrant for you and one other. The address is Baskerville Hall, Dartmoor. The wedding is on the 16th of March but feel free to come early but no earlier than the 10th. Seeing you soon, Henry and Lisa.' What am I going to do?"
Sherlock shrugged something unusual for him. But John had been used to finding things unusual. He had found out that Sherlock was a werewolf only 3 days ago. An idea popped into John's head. He stared at his best friend's skinny form lying almost horizontal.
"Sherlock…?"
"Yes?" He dragged out the word.
"Will you come to the wedding with me?"
Sherlock turned to stare at his flatmate. A quizzical look was dancing in his silver eyes. A mischievous smirk was beginning to form.
"What's in it for me?"
"I won't tell Mrs Hudson you destroyed her kettle."
"Done."
"Alright. Pack your stuff."