To: Sherlock Holmes
Subject: Anderson
I ran into the idiot yesterday. I don't even remember what it was that he said, except that he insulted you, but I do remember punching him in the face. It was funny, his expression. Would you have thanked me?
He really did punch Anderson in the face. John was in a pub, and he bumped into Anderson, who was more than a bit drunk. A lot drunk, incredibly drunk, something along those lines. Sherlock could have come up with a better term that insulted him at the same time.
"Anderson," John said cordially, stepping around the taller man.
"You're the freak's friend, righ'?" Anderson slurred. John stopped abruptly, then slowly turned around.
Anderson knew exactly who he was. They'd certainly insulted each other enough times. It was a testament to how drunk Anderson was then if he couldn't tell who John was.
"What did you just say?" he asked coldly. Anderson peered closely at him. John recoiled at the stench of liquor.
"I saids, you're the fr- fr- freakth friend, righ'?" Anderson asked again.
Next thing he knew Anderson was on the ground, his face resembling a rotten tomato. They were thrown out of the bar, but it didn't matter.
To: John Watson
Subject: Error
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Whilst Anderson has potential as a character and not just as a punching bag, I really don't like him that much. And I'm kinda running low on ideas. There's a few more after this, but... um...
