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Written for auction prompt - Egotistical
Word Count - 237
Played By A Master
"Really, Sherlock, could you be anymore egotistical?" John asked with a sigh, interrupting Sherlock's latest monologue on why he was the only smart one in a world full of idiots.
Sherlock blinked. "I probably could if I put the effort into it, yes."
"Sweet christ, please don't," John murmured. "But honestly. Just… for once, could you attempt to not be offensive?"
"I wasn't -"
"Oh, you really were."
"Ah. Okay. Erm. Perhaps I should just…" Sherlock silenced himself, glancing at the people standing around them. Now that he looked, he could see that they were all watching him with appalled looks on their faces.
John reached out, squeezing his hand. "It's alright, love. Just, why don't you tell me about the case you worked last week while I was at the surgery?"
Sherlock shook his head, his eyes downcast.
"Would you like to leave?"
John realised he'd been played when a cheeky smirk appeared on the genius' face, and he rolled his eyes when Sherlock nodded eagerly.
"You're a git," he whispered, leaning forward to steal a kiss."
"As long as I'm your git, I'm okay with that," Sherlock replied happily. "Now, can we really leave? The food was a bit… and I've had Angelo save us a table."
John rolled his eyes. "Come on. We'll go and say goodbye to Greg and then we can leave."
With a triumphant grin, Sherlock pulled John to his feet.