❷ CHAPTER TWO
'This was going quite well actually,' thought John as he chatted to the single of the two sisters. The married one had had to leave early because of work. He had to hand it to her she sounded like she had a busy life, with children and a full time job.
Actually he thought, take care of Sherlock was probably just as stressful as young children.
He smiled into his drink as the girl in front of him talked about her pet cat.
She had lovely brown eyes, he thought to himself and her hair. Blonde, dyed but it still looked beautiful.
He looked up to the bar and noticed a new couple had walked in and were ordering drinks. A very tall lady in an expensive looking red dress and shoulder length dark curls. She sat next to a slightly shorter chubby man.
If you had squinted he could have looked a lot like Mycroft. He certainly dressed like Mycroft, he was wearing a very expensive looking suit. The couple looked very well matched even if the lady was extremely tall.
He thought they were both very overdressed to be in a local pub.
He tried to deduce something about them, he couldn't come up with anything about the lady except that they were not together as such, but they were flirting rather a lot.
The man was probably a politician or a banker or something along those lines. He had a rash on his hands, probably allergic.
He noticed that the girl had stopped talking and was looking at the couple too. John turned back to her looking a bit sheepish; he hadn't been listening to her for at least the last two minutes. She had quite obviously noticed this.
She gave him an incredulous look and sighed picking up her jacket as she prepared to leave. John stood up to tell her to stop, but she spoke first.
"Oh please don't let me stop you checking out that woman over there." She said accusingly starting to walk towards the door. John wasn't really sure what to do, so he let her walk away.
He hadn't even got her name.
He stood outside for a few minutes in the cold, he needed to go back in to get his coat before he went home, but he just enjoyed breathing in the cold air before going back into the stuffy pub.
Inside there seemed to be a lot of noise.
He started walking back to his seat carefully without making eye contact with anyone, if there was going to be a bar fight he was going to get out of there as fast as possible. As he turned to leave he noticed what was happening, the rich man seemed to be getting very angry with the tall lady, while she looked seemingly unfazed. She was wearing a look of smugness that reminded him of a certain consulting detective. Suddenly the man made a move to pin the lady down. John leapt over to the bar to stop him, but the lady whirled around and punched him square on the jaw before John had the chance to do the same thing. The man slumped over bar dramatically, tipping over his gin and tonic.
The lady got up from her seat and walked proudly out of the pub into the cold night air.
Leaving John in a state of bewilderment at what had just happened.
CHAPTER THREE SOON! Sorry about the not-long chapters but this storyline is not really very long either, so I've been trying to break it up into chapters when really it could have been a one-shot. THANKYOU FOR READING! I was so surprised by the amount of people that had alerted the story! Again please review and tell me how I'm doing
Also realised I spelled dyed, died in the last chapter oops