Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Sherlock or its characters.
Genre: Gen. Humor. Sherlock being socially clueless.
Word Count: 134
Notes: Only two more to go! Not my favorite, buuuut.
Abhorrent
"—crashing a date, Sherlock! My date! With Laura! Our first date!"
"And? Isn't it better that you found out she was a degenerate gambler before you got a second one?"
John gapes at him for a long moment.
"You—God, you genuinely believe you've done me a favor, don't you?" He pinches the bridge of his nose. "You know, sometimes, I forget I'm still awake, because this is... It's like living in a neverending waking nightmare."
"If you're referring to your abhorrent taste in female company, then the answer is yes."
That startles a disbelieving bark of laughter from John.
"Right. Right, I get the feeling that was supposed to be flattering, Sherlock, but..."
"But?"
"But it didn't work. At all. I need a drink. Somewhere else. Away from you. Don't wait up."
Lyric Prompt: Sometimes... I forget I'm still awake.
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