Day 28 - From W. Y. Traveller: Pub ordeal
A/N: Another 221B
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The lighting was dim, the air thick with smoke, and the table I joined Holmes at was sticky with the residue of an unknown substance.
"Splendid of you to join me, Doctor," Holmes said, standing up to greet me, and surreptitiously using the opportunity to glance over at a couple sitting three tables away.
I sighed. "What are you working on now, Holmes?" I asked with resignation.
"I'll explain later," he said, gesturing to a chair. "Here, sit, relax. Have a beer, Watson," he said, sliding me a drink across the table.
I picked the glass up gingerly, shuddered at the tiny particles floating in the liquid, and took a small sip. It wasn't bad as I feared, but it did have an unfortunate aftertaste. "What now?" I asked my companion.
Holmes' eyes glittered with animation. "Now, Watson, we wait. And when we've drunk enough, I shall stumble drunkenly about, until I find a certain item of some importance. You of course, being only moderately tipsy, will apologize profusely to any patrons I stumble into, and assist me in leaving."
"And we do have to actually drink it?" I asked, pointedly swirling my glass.
"Naturally, Watson," Holmes said with a sip from his own beer. "Authenticity is key."
I sighed deeply, while staring glumly at my nearly full glass of beer.