"Irene, wait, please" says Molly Hooper.
I don't like her but stop. She is only girl who tolerate Sherlock. I don't talking about Mary and Hudson because they aren't normal. Mary is with John, so she must tolerate Holmes. She's so happy now, because I'm Sherlock's girlfriend and John doesn't in this house all time. He can love Mary all his heart. She isn't jealous now, but she was. Now she's fine. Hudson isn't only housekeeper. She's like a grandma. She love Sherlock and tolerate me. I must like she.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"I have a birthday and...I think..."
I roll my eyes. I needn't go to the birthdays party. I know, Sherlock don't like it too. We can't go.
Sherlock is so happy when I talking about this proposition.
"Are you drunk?" I ask.
No. Of course no. He doesn't drinking.
I do tea.
"Of course...it's cocaine" I say.
Party. I drink with Mary and look after Sherlock. He can't drink. Cocaine enough. John lies on the sofa and talks with himself. Molly and her new boyfriend are kissing. Room smells like strawberries. We're fucking teenagers. It isn't normal.
Sherlock's hand is on my leg. I look at him strange. Smile. He's so handsome and, I guess, horny. I bite my lips.
Mary kiss John's forehead. Molly's boyfriend tout her boobs. I want home.
Or no.
I want Sherlock.
In bed or kitchen. Somewhere where aren't people. I don't want play with another people.