A.N: Sherlock discovers Dominoes :) thanks for the suggestion! Thinking about twister too : ) let me know your thoughts?
'John! John, I'm bleeding,' Sherlock yelled.
John sighed heavily from where he laid in his bed. The duvet was pulled up to his chin; he looked around the small room in Baker Street slowly, dreading that he'd have to go and see exactly what Sherlock had done to himself. Normally, he didn't make much of a fuss when he injured himself.
'I'm coming,' John replied. He heaved himself up from the comfort of his own bed and slowly made his way to the living room.
Sherlock was seated on the sofa, clearly not in any pain. In front of him, was a box.
'I thought you said you were hurt?' John asked, sitting down in his armchair.
'Yes, but I'm not,' Sherlock replied. 'If I'd have asked you to explain a game to me, you would have pretended to be asleep.'
John sighed. 'What is it?' he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sure that living with Sherlock had added about thirty years to his age.
'It's called Domin-os.'
'What?' John asked. He opened his eyes and looked at the small black box on the table.
'Dominoes?' he asked.
'That's what I said,' Sherlock responded, looking almost bored.
'No, you said - never mind. Well,' John began. He opened the box of dominoes and laid them out on the table.
'They've got lions on the back, why have they got lions on the back?' Sherlock demanded, picking up a domino and inspecting it critically.
'It's a pattern,' John replied. 'Sometimes they have patterns.'
'Why?'
John didn't bother answering.
'What are these dots for?' Sherlock demanded, when it became clear that John wasn't going to answer him. 'They're stupid, why do they have dots on?'
'That's the game,' John replied. 'You have to shuffle them first.'
John spread out the dominoes face down on the table, and began to scramble them randomly.
'Now, pick fourteen dominoes,' John told Sherlock. They both picked their tiles, John idly wondering why Sherlock had suddenly become so obsessed with games.
'Right,' John propped his dominoes up in a strategic way so that Sherlock couldn't see them. Sherlock mimicked John's actions, examining his dominoes carefully.
'I've got the double six,' John said. 'So I go first.'
'What's a double six?' Sherlock asked.
'A domino with two sets of six dots,' John held it up to show Sherlock, who nodded.
John set the domino down in the middle of the coffee table. Sherlock looked at it, before picking up one of his dominoes and holding it in his hand. He looked at John inquisitively.
'You've got to find another six to put on the end of that,' John told him. 'The number of dots on one side of one of your dominoes has to match the number of dots on the domino I put down. Make sense?'
'Hmm,' Sherlock said, before placing down a 6:1 domino.
John quickly placed down the double one he had, and the game continued.
Sherlock took it very seriously, as was to be expected. The consulting detective didn't like to be beaten at anything; when they'd played Guess Who, John hadn't realised how determined Sherlock was to be the best at everything, ever.
'Pass,' John said, as he looked at the double five Sherlock had placed down. He looked back to Sherlock, who was frowning.
'Pass,' the consulting detective said, sulking already.
'Count up the number of dots left on the dominoes you've still got,' John said. 'The person with the largest number of dots left wins.'
'Fourteen,' Sherlock said.
'Eighteen,' John replied triumphantly. 'I won. Good game,' he added - but it was too late. Sherlock had disappeared from 221B in another strop.
'I can't win, apparently,' John muttered to himself, collecting up the dominoes and returning them to the pack.
A.N: Your thoughts? : )