Day 9: Hanging out with friends
"John, do we have to?" Sherlock whined. "Yes Sherlock we do. You never go out with any of our friends, just this once please." John replied, semi-annoyed, Sherlock could just suck it up for one night. "Your friends." Sherlock quickly corrected. "I would hardly consider them as acquaintances." Sherlock mumbled, pressing his eyes back to the microscope. Sherlock had much better things to do then go to the pub with some of their 'friends'. "Sherlock we're going, whether you like it or not." John declared, getting up from his chair and grabbing his coat.
"You can go John, I'm perfectly alright staying here." Sherlock mumbled, eyes still focused on whatever he had this time in that damn microscope. "Sherlock put your coat on." John demanded. "Oh? Is that an order captain?" Sherlock grinned looking up from his microscope. "Yes as a matter of fact is was" John replied trying to hide the red that was creeping into his cheeks. "I'll go John, but only because you will be there, but I will not stay long, I have better things to do then to, ugh socialize. " Sherlock stated. "Fine. Now come on, grab your coat, we're already running late" John trailed off looking down at his watch.
The boys left the flat and hailed a cab to the pub where they would be meeting up with Greg, and a few other people from Scotland Yard. As they walked into the pub Sherlock already letting out of a sigh of boredom whined "Can't we just go home." "Oh come on Sherlock at least act like you want to be here." John mumbled. He already knew it was going to be a long night. "Hey!" called out Greg from across the building, "Sherlock, you actually came, we were all talking about making bets as to whether or not you would!" "Ha. Ha." Sherlock sarcastically laughed. He was already severely annoyed by the gathering.
He just wanted to be home with John, hell, they could even be watching one of John's insipid TV shows and he would be happier. John swiftly elbowed Sherlock in his side and whispered "Behave." "What if I don't want too?" Sherlock grinned leaning close to Johns ear. John fought off the rush of blood filling his face and stepped towards Greg and sat down, putting a little bit of distance between him and Sherlock. After a little over an hour of mindless small talk, and boring chatter, Sherlock really began to grow bored. How did people enjoy this? It was so pointless, so boring, so dull. Sherlock kicked John's leg under the table, causing John to slightly grin and kick him back.
John couldn't believe this, him a grown man, was playing footsies underneath a table, with Sherlock, another grown man. John looked over at Sherlock who was obviously extremely uninterested in what they were doing and terribly bored, and decided they would go home. Sherlock deserved it after all, he had barely insulted anyone so far. He excused Sherlock and him, and both men walked out the door and hailed a cab. After a long and sexual tension filled cab ride, Sherlock and John were finally at their flat, and wasted zero time getting to Sherlock's bedroom.
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