Anderson really hated these sorts of parties. Everyone standing around, drinking cheep champagne, eating nibbles, and pretending to care about the charity they had given money to. The only reason he was here was to get his wife to stop nagging him. She had given a small donation to some little clinic in Central London and so had been invited to this party. She had then stuffed him in a tuxedo and dragged him along with her. So here he stood with a plastic champagne flute in his hand, trying to find something of interest to keep him occupied
Then, he spotted her. Long blond hair that shimmered in the light. A tight blue dress that showed off both her legs and her cleavage. Skin the color of fresh milk. And a blood red smile that showed off her perfect, white teeth. He grinned as he walked toward her, determined to start a conversation. He didn't worry about his wife. She was to busy mingling to pay him any attention.
He was only about a meter away when another man in a tuxedo blocked his way and offered the woman a drink. She smiled and took it with a soft giggle, "Thank you Doctor. I had wondered where you wondered off to.
Anderson felt jealousy swell in his chest and thought to himself, 'Lucky bastard.' He was about to back away before he was noticed when the man responded in a very familiar voice.
"Sorry. Got cornered at the drinks table by a few investors. Have to play nice to keep getting money for the clinic."
Anderson turned so fast it was a miracle he didn't get whiplash. He was sure that voice belonged to, "Watson?" he whispered in disbelief at the sight that met his eyes
There stood John Watson, wearing a tux and laughing with a gorgeous woman. Anderson noticed the name tag on Watson's front, showing he was one of the Doctors who worked at the Clinic this whole party was for. This surprised Anderson. It had never really occurred to him that Watson had any other job then following the Freak around like a lost puppy. But now that he thought about it, it made sense. After all, he and the Freak were flatmates so the rent had to come from somewhere. And he was sure someone had mentioned the man being a Doctor at some point. But what didn't make sense was the fact that the short blond was flirting with the tall one. He watched them move over to a place near some pillars and decided to hide behind one and eaves drop. After all, how else was he going to entertain himself.
"I'm so glad I came to this stupid thing now." John was saying, "I wouldn't have met you otherwise."
'So she isn't his date.' Anderson concluded as the woman laughed at Watson's flirting, 'But how can he get the attention of someone like that?"
"So am I Doctor Watson." the woman agreed
"Please, call me John."
"Jessa." the woman replied
"Well Jessa, may I say that dress is lovely. Wherever did you get it?"
And for the next hour that was all the two of them did. They flirted lightly, nothing involving innuendos, and talked about normal things. They only each had two more drinks, so they weren't drunk. But for the life of him, Anderson couldn't figure out how at the end of the party John Watson left with Jessa on his arm. And he was infuriated that as Watson left the room, he had turned back and looked straight at Anderson. He had then given a sly smile and a wink before vanishing out the door.