John walked into 221B and found a sight he never thought he'd see. EVER. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" he yelled.
Molly gave a small squeak in surprise, but then shrugged and returned to rearranging her cards.
Sherlock, Molly, Mycroft, and Lestrade seemed to be playing some sort of card game and the men were all down to their pants, while Molly remained fully dressed. WHAT?!
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Thank you for distracting her, John. Not very helpful in this game though. Actually, you're making it rather difficult for me to win this hand, so shut up."
John looked at the pot in the center of the room. There was a large cake box from Ottolenghi (Mycroft's bet, definitely, thought John), a very big bag of M&Ms (Molly, probably), a box of Gregg's doughnuts (How apt, John deadpanned in his mind), and Billy (Gee, whose could that be?) "WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?"
Lestrade didn't look up but answered. "Social call."
Mycroft tried to rubberneck and see Molly's hand but got glares from both her and Sherlock.
Sherlock cried in triumph as he laid out a straight flush on the carpet.
"Nope!" Greg said as he buried Sherlock's cards with a four of a kind. He was about to high-five Mycroft when the Government blocked Lestrade with his own cards. "Three of a kind!" and made a move for the winnings.
Sherlock put a hand out to stop Mycroft. "Wait a minute! Molly hasn't put down her cards yet!"
Molly smiled at Sherlock, kissed his cheek and demurely laid out a High Card straight. She then smiled brightly up at John. "And to think that all this started because Sherlock said that I don't have a poker face. Now, gentlemen," she turned to the poor men looking at her with beseeching looks on their faces. "STRIP!"
John ran screaming for the door.
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Note: The hands are in descending order because they say it's strip poker so it should be the opposite of real poker. I dunno. They cray.