She had to walk very carefully in order to not hit any people, bongs, or to fall over in her shoes.
Maybe I should impale him with the heels of these bloody things. Still, I'm impressed I haven't broken any of my bones yet... That's definitely a bonus...
Eleanor looked up and saw something that chilled her to the bone.
There was a girl standing at the buffet, stuffing her face. There were two men standing near her, one man had his arm around her waist, the other leaned against the table. She knew who they were.
Oh shit...
Quickly, Eleanor turned and started walking very quickly back to Sherlock. She noticed that the two men had already left, Sherlock looked quite happy with the information he had gleaned.
"We need to go. Now," she ordered.
"Quiet, you'll ruin the disguise."
"Sherlock, we are going. Now. No buts. Move."
Eleanor reached forwards and was about to pull Sherlock up into a standing position so they could leave, but Sherlock pulled her down to him and held her incredibly close.
"Sh-" she tried to say.
"Quiet," Sherlock cut her off.
He started to kiss her, long and deep. She was about to recoil in horror at this action when she heard their voices.
"Are we interrupting anything?" it was the girl who was stuffing her face.
It was Neve.
Shit!
She casually pulled herself away from Sherlock.
"Only a little something," she stared at Neve with a look of utter contempt.
Neve glared right back at her.
"Daddy, Seb, let's go," Neve said, annoyed.
"Wait Neve, don't be so hasty, we should at least talk to these people before we leave," it was her dad.
Oh gods, it's Moriarty. The Jim Moriarty. Crap!
"Yeah, come on Neve, don't be such a party-pooper," the blonde haired one holding her waist, most likely Sebastian Moran, said.
"Okay, we've talked. Now let's go," Neve started trying to drag Sebastian and Jim away.
"Neve, what's wrong?" Jim asked her.
"Neve what's wrong," Eleanor mimicked in a voice that was completely wrong for Jim Moriarty.
Wait. I've just ticked off the Moriarty's. What the hell am I doing? They're going to kill me. Crap!
"What did you say to me, bitch?" Neve said, breaking out of Sebastian's grip.
"Neve, not now..." Sebastian pleaded.
"Me? I don't remember saying anything?" Eleanor battered her eyelashes, faking innocence.
"I think you need to get your memory checked," Neve said getting right into Eleanor's face.
"I think you need to back off, slut," Eleanor said, her face almost touching Neve's.
All the surrounding men started to back off, while the rest of the patrons started to form a circle, eager for a fight.
Neve put her lips right by Eleanor's ear and whispered to her, "Ellie, don't do this. Not now, no-one is ready for an open war."
Eleanor stepped back from Neve, "You want a go, bitch?" she called out to the room at large.
"Bring it, whore."
"Fine."
Eleanor charged at Neve, hooking her arm around the waist and throwing her to the ground. Neve sent a fist out and clocked Eleanor on the cheekbone. Eleanor fell back, and quickly undid the top part of the straps on her shoes.
Neve lunged at Eleanor. Quickly, Eleanor kicked out at Neve, catching her square in the stomach. Neve recoiled, pulling off Eleanor's show in the process. Neve regained her composure and threw the shoe back at Eleanor, heel first. Eleanor rolled to the side, and kicked her other heel off as she stood up.
The two girls rushed at each other, the crowd began shouting, except for three people. Sherlock, Jim, and Sebastian all looked on at the fight without saying a word. They did nothing to stop it.
Eleanor and Neve were throwing punches, slaps, and were pulling hair every chance they got. However, the crowd didn't hear the two's conversation as they fought;
"Ellie, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same thing about you Neve?"
"Dad makes most of his business deals at parties like this. Don't embarrass us."
"Yeah? Well I'm here with a friend."
"What? The guy you were snogging?"
"You really have become British, haven't you?"
"Well, when you live there for six years with only British people to talk to, you start to pick up an accent."
"Neve, promise me something, and I mean honestly."
"What do you need, Ellie?"
"Don't follow me after this. Don't track me after this. Don't stalk, trail, keep tabs on, or anything else like that after this. Do any of them even know that we know each other?"
"Dad and Seb didn't recognise you... I did."
"Well, it's kind of obvious that you did."
"Good idea starting a fight, by the way. Perfect cover for a friendly chat."
"I thought so. Now promise."
"Okay. I promise none of our people will come after you. You'll be safe. Hell, we'll even protect you from... people who aren't as pleasant as we are."
"Thank-you, I won't him about your family either."
"You're date?"
"Kind-of."
"Guy troubles?"
"In a sense."
"We really should find a good time to talk about our lives. We can't play out a fight for an entire catch-up conversation."
"That's a good point. You should call me sometime. I already assume you have my phone number."
"Of course I do. You're my friend, Ellie. You were a sister to me; you don't just go back on a person like that."
"Thanks Neve. I'll take my partner here and leave, okay?"
"Sounds good. I'll keep dad and Seb here to give you time."
"It was good to see you Neve."
"It was good to see you too Ellie."
"Would you care to do the finishing move, or shall I?"
"You started it, you finish it."
"Are you sure? It might ruin your image."
"Good point. Sorry about this Ellie."
"It's okay, just don't make it un-recoverable."
"Okay, I won't. Bye."
"Bye."
Neve slapped Eleanor. She went with the energy, and added a bit of her own to add effect. She spun around and landed with a thud beside Sherlock. He reached down and picked her up, gently taking her away from the fighting ring.
Neve just sat on the floor, panting at the effort.
The crowd began to disperse; the entertainment was over, now back to business. Sebastian reached down to help Neve up.
"What the hell was that about?" Jim demanded of Neve.
"That girl's a bitch," Neve replied with a sneer.
"Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" Seb asked her, checking over her to make sure she wasn't badly hurt.
"I'm fine Seb. That bitch could never hurt me. I'm hungry, let's go back to that buffet," Neve passed off and began walking towards the buffet. She wasn't really hungry, but she had to keep them here, at least for a little while.
Ellie was her enemy, but right here, right now... It almost felt like they were equals...
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm a Moriarty. I stopped being a Winchester a long time ago...