People were strewn over lounge chairs and on bean-bags, and there bongs lying, unused, on the ground at various intervals. Some people had drinks in their hands, others had bits of food, others had bits of other people in..."different" positions. Eleanor began to feel very uncomfortable.

Why am I doing this?

She noticed waiters quietly walking in amongst the various people, offering them drinks and narcotics.

I swear most of this stuff is illegal; then again, that's probably the point. When this is all over, I'm going to kill Sherlock for this.

Sherlock found them an empty spot on a chair and they sat down. Sherlock pulled her to him and began the cradle her rear.

No-one was talking. Eleanor didn't like this, it was all wrong; people talked, they communicated, even when high. This is very, very wrong.

Then a chorus began to roll through the crowd. Everyone's voices suddenly adding to the melody, if you could call it a melody. Louder and louder, the voices got until everyone was joining in, even Sherlock. Eleanor didn't know the words so she just bluffed her way through.

"'Till the cities rot and crumple,

'Till the world is ours to hold,

'Till our enemies start to fumble,

'Till then we shall all be bold,

"For we are the true keepers,

The true rulers of this world,

We are the real seekers,

Saviours of the righteous world,

"Let not our sins be forgiven,

For they are not truly sins."

The chant ended and everyone lay back. Mild chatter began to reverberate around the room.

I really don't like this...

Two men came over and plonked themselves down in from of Sherlock and Eleanor. The two were cuddled together much like Sherlock and Eleanor were. A tall man with sandy-blonde hair began to speak in an incredibly annoying Southern American Drawl.

"Howdy there, what're you and yur little ladeh runnin'?"

"Information, to those who are interested," Sherlock put in lazily, moving his arm around Eleanor's waist.

Sherlock, if you try anything I'm going to kick you so hard in the balls you'll fall out the window of this building...

The other man; smaller, with black hair, a fluffy moustache and a Russian accent began to speak.

"What sort of information?"

"Depends on what you want to know..." Sherlock retorted, mysteriously.

"Ya sound Britesh there, what ya got on thar gov'ment?"

Please, someone kill it before it breeds...

"I know a bit about the British government. What sort of things are you willing to pay for?"

The two men smiled and went in for kiss with each other.

Okay then, I guess they aren't going to breed...

The Russian pulled away from the American with a smile, "what's the average rate?"

"Depends on the economy."

"Ah'll give ya fahve mill."

"In American dollars? Pfft, no."

"Euros?" the Russian enquired.

"With the union breakdown, please."

"Locky, Honey, there's more than money in this world," Eleanor purred.

"Indeed there is, love," Sherlock murmured, moving his hand to just underneath her breast.

If he moves that hand up... I don't care about the disguise, I'm punching him in the face. Maybe even break his nose...That would be funny...

"Whell then, mist'r. Name yur prahce."

"Trade; an answer for an answer. You want to know about the British Government, you tell me something good for me to know."

The American and the Russian look at each other and seem to formulate a plan via telepathy. They both turn to look at Sherlock, grinning like a pair of mad-men. Which, given where they were, they most likely were mad.

"Who's your biggest rival?"

"Moriarty," Sherlock grinned.

"We've got some stuff on Moriarty, but this is choice information. Not really for extra ears, if you understand me..."

Sherlock looked down at Eleanor.

"Aww, do the big boys want me to go?" Eleanor pouted.

"Sorry, love, but we big boys need to talk."

"Then I'll just have to see you later, Big Boy," Eleanor slid out of his grasp and brushed her face past his. She stopped her lips by his ear and whispered to him, "touch my boobs and I kick you so hard in the nuts you'll go flying out the window, got it?"

Sherlock brushed his lips next to her ear and whispered, "just don't blow our cover, okay?"

Eleanor pulled back and smiled maliciously, "love you too." Then, with a wink and an air kiss she turned and went exploring.