Unusual Attire
"John, must I really wear this?" Sherlock grumbled from the bedroom. "It's extremely demeaning!"
"Well you did lose the bet Sherlock!" John exclaimed with his usual smirk. "This is what you and Lestrade agreed upon – he even made you sign a contract."
"But John!" Sherlock huffed, clattering around in the bedroom, causing untold damage which John was sure he would have to clean up later that evening.
"And don't forget the scarf" John quickly added from his favourite chair in 221B. He was reading the paper and balancing a cup of tea on his knee simultaneously, every now and then an interesting glimpse of colour would catch his eye from the bedroom doorway and he would glance over, eager to see the once in a life time spectacle that was about to befall London.
I hope Lestrade gets here soon John thought to himself or Sherlock might just back out. He knew that Greg would force Sherlock out to the street, at gunpoint if he had to – but he didn't mind. A weeks' worth of damage control at home after the tantrums would be worth even a minute of seeing the obnoxious detective in his new attire.
"John? – I'm unsure how this is meant to be worn!" Sherlock's uneasy voice came from the other room. "I expect I should wear it as if wearing underwear – but the sides are much too wide!"
"Try wearing the sides over your shoulders Sherlock … and by the way, do you like the colour I picked out for you?" John couldn't help but chuckle causing the tea to spill onto the saucer.
He placed the paper and his cup of tea to one side as he got to his feet slowly and began heading towards the bedroom door.
"Did it have to be leopard print John?" Sherlock sighed as he walked through the door nudging John out of the way. He spun around as he reached the window and placed his hands on his hips and glared at John. John's eyes widened at the sight – Sherlock was wearing a bright pink and black leopard print mankini, black and white knee high cowboy boots, and a black cowboy hat, without forgetting his favourite scarf which he had looped around his neck.
"You look ….. umm … fetching" John mocked. He fought back tears of mirth as he continued into the bedroom.
"Sherlock – this sight is truly priceless." Came a feminine voice from the door followed by an electronic beep from a digital camera. "You look like a movie star."
"Mrs Hudson! How could you take advantage of a poor defenceless consulting detective in such revealing clothing?" mocked Lestrade as he followed her up the stairs and into the living room.
"I'm glad you all find my misfortunes amusing but I must remind you that I was not the only one who lost this bet!" Sherlock snapped "and anyway, that Soap Opera was completely incredulous. The mother would never have been able to kill her son in law with a crow bar, she was meant to be a weak and feeble character with a heart condition. It would definitely have been the Butler!"
"Don't worry Sherlock, soap operas never make any sense." John stated as he returned from the bedroom sporting his very own matching attire. Unlike Sherlock, John seemed to be quite comfortable in the unusual clothing.
"Oh boys, you look adorable together" squealed Mrs Hudson.
"Yes! You two make a wonderful couple." Lestrade agreed sniggering as he helped the landlady with her coat.
"For the final time – Sherlock and I are not a couple!" John growled almost too defensively. "Fine" he continued "laugh if you want to! After a few shots at the bar we won't give a damn what we look like."
"Come on you two – I'm not missing this for anything." Lestrade led Mrs Hudson down the stairs and out of the door followed shortly by the colourful detective and his sidekick.