Most of the other women at the shower had been at the wedding, but Mary was the only one she knew properly. Mary hadn't time to look after her, though, so Molly clutched her her BABY BINGO! card and tried to laugh when the other ladies did.
One of the women slid into the empty chair next to Molly. "Christ, I hate these these things," she murmured.
Molly smiled, startled out of her discomfiture. "Me too."
"I saw your face and knew you'd be good for it. Molly, right?"
Molly nodded, racking her brain. Sherlock's date. Well, not date. His – maid of honor, that's what she was. Well, not his. But—
The woman laughed, loud and hearty. "Stop thinking so hard, you'll hurt yourself. Janine. It's okay if you don't remember." She tipped her head and smiled shrewdly. "I reckon you were just watching Sherlock, weren't you? Know I was."
Molly flushed, and Janine laughed again: full-throated, intrusively loud. It jarred Molly's senses, how carelessly this woman took up space. She liked it.
"Maybe," she said, feeling bold, "but he's not here now."
Janine sighed. "Lucky man. I think we deserve a reward, after this, you and I."
Molly smirked. "A drink?"
Janine's smile took on a coy lilt. "I was thinking of other things, but sure, let's start with booze."