After dinner at the Royale, Sherlock led Sam to the bar where Sherlock enjoyed going to. Sam wasn't in a good mood because of the incident with her father and because she was still in her dress. Sherlock had refused to go back to Baker Street for Sam to change. Sam didn't struggle but she did glare heavily at Sherlock, taking a bit enjoyment from seeing him flinch under her glare.
Sherlock left her at a table and got ready to enter the fight ring. Sam stared as she saw Sherlock shirtless.
"Enjoying the view dear?" Sherlock smirked.
"Wouldn't you like to know. And why do you look that way?" Sam asked.
"I'm going to fight. Obviously."
"Shut up. And just so you know, I'm still pissed at you for what you did to Dad." She deadpanned.
"How about if I lose this fight, I will walk straight up to your father, and apologize to him for what I said."
"You're going to admit you were out of line?" Sam asked in disbelief. Sherlock Holmes would never admit he did something wrong. His pride wouldn't allow that.
"Only if I am defeated in the ring." Sherlock clarified. Sam didn't say anything for a long moment.
"Alright." She reluctantly agreed. "I wish you the worst of luck." She smirked.
"Darling, luck is always on my side." He shot back.
"Was it on your side when I kicked your skinny ass a month ago?" Sam smirked even more.
Sherlock hesitated, clearly wondering how to respond. He opened his mouth with a retort but decided against it, closed his mouth and headed to get into the ring. Sam watched as Sherlock saw his opponent and started riling said opponent up by dodging his attacks and slapping him. Eventually Sam to get a drink and when Sherlock noticed she wasn't at the table he left her at, his opponent took advantage of Sherlock's distraction and punched him in the jaw. Sherlock sighed and saw Sam return to the table and decided to give up randomly.
"You've won big man congratulations." He said as he walked past the slightly fat man.
"OI! We ain't done yet!" The man said before spitting the back of Sherlock's head.
Sam raised an eyebrow as she saw Sherlock turn back to his opponent and took a handkerchief from somewhere. Suddenly Sherlock threw the handkerchief and after a bunch of attacks that almost were blurred Sherlock had kicked the man through the wall of the ring and left everyone in a shocked silence.
"Where did that come from?!" One guy yelled in confusion.
Sherlock went over to the bar, took a bottle of wine, went over to the table and pulled Sam up the stairs to the second floor of the bar.