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Brag
"Story?"
Sherlock raised a mocking eyebrow, pointing at the flat screen.
"You mean there is an actual story to this thing?"
"As I said before, if you had paid attention …"
"… I would still hate it", Sherlock finished John's sentence. "Maybe even more than I already do."
"Well, *I* don't," John established.
He hadn't sounded angry and it was the indifference in his tone that bothered Sherlock immensely.
"Alright, what's the story, then?" he demanded.
"Do you only ask to keep complaining or do you really want to know?" John asked, suspiciously.
"Little bit of both," Sherlock admitted.
John sighed.
"Well, the story is about a girl, who got singing lessons by her so-called Angel of Music, who turns out to be the Phantom of the Opera," he explained. "And on the night of her debut she meets her childhood sweetheart …"
"Oh, dull!" Sherlock interrupted. "Next!"
"Why do you ask me, if you don't want to hear me out?"
John sounded annoyed again.
"Because it is obvious what is going to happen!"
"Really?"
John huffed.
"Why don't you tell me, how the story is going to turn out, then?"
Sherlock was intrigued. Adding the clues from what he already knew and make a deduction – it was an offer too tempting too decline, plus, it was an opportunity to brag.