-3: Truth or Dare?
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After the first two failed attempts, Sherlock took it easy for a couple of days. Another movie night passed – John insisted on some old film about a secret agent; Sherlock thought the villain looked like Mycroft – and it was soon nearing Thursday. Which was the night that John announced he had invited Greg and Molly and Harry for a game night.
Sherlock didn't want a game night. John somehow thought it hilarious if they played Cluedo, while the rules were wrong. How on earth could he be the killer of Professor Plum with a lead pipe in the kitchen? Surely he would know if he had killed the man? He could have done it, of course, technically speaking. It was actually very easy, the professor was suffering from diabetes as was clear from his complexion so he would have to drink a lot of water…. but he hadn't killed the man. And if he had, he wouldn't leave any traces or evidence. So. The rules were wrong.
But again, it made John happy, so who was Sherlock to refuse?
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Alas, the evening turned out to be even worse than dreaded. After being unable to find the figure of Professor Plum, Greg had the brilliant idea to play truth or dare. John jumped onto the idea immediately, grabbing an empty beer bottle.
Sherlock was repulsed, it was such a juvenile game, designed to embarrass people. But then… Ooh… He spun the bottle when it was his turn – after having to tell a bad joke in a very enthusiastic way, which had been very embarrassing indeed because he didn't know any jokes, let alone bad ones – and it landed on John.
His flatmate grinned up at him expectantly.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
Sherlock hummed and then smirked. "You have to tell your crush that you love them."
Harry sniggered and smirked at her baby brother, almost meaningful. Sherlock's chest puffed out in pride. Penny in the air… He grinned at his friend until John just shrugged.
"Sorry, chaps. I got no crush."
Harry narrowed her eyes. "Ooh… refusing to do the dare, Johnny?"
John shrugged again, accompanying it with his charming, slightly toothy grin. "Yup. Sorry, but no crush means I can't do the dare."
Sherlock huffed in annoyance, and let Molly choose the next, even worse, dare. "Erm… kiss the next person who comes into the room," she said with a giggle, blushing when Greg grinned at her. Ugh, dull.
John agreed with a grin and a shrug, so that was why Mycroft Holmes suddenly had a mouthful of John the moment he opened the door. He had only wanted to speak to Sherlock…
Needless to say, Sherlock was really grumpy the rest of the night.