Ella threw her head back and laughed, Molly's head nodding at the story she just told. "Can you believe it, he actually said that to try and get me in bed!" she chuckled, Ella took a drink of the beverage the bar tender handed her. "Oh my god, Molly! that's terrible!" Ella chuckled, she put a hand on Molly's hand.
"Did it work?" she giggled, Molly shrugged and smiled coyly, drinking and swiveling on the stool. "Oh, who's that?" Ella said distracted by the man who walked by, his brown eyes flicking over her shape briefly, before smiling and walking away. "That's Jim" Molly said leaning over slightly, Ella looked at Molly. "You have been hiding a pretty little gem there, Molly; are you interested?" Ella asked her. "If I said no, I'd be lying, but I have my eye on someone, eh, more special to me tonight" Molly smiled and put her straw between her teeth as Ella fixed the neckline of her dress, well, more of a corset with a stacked, mini tutu of sorts; black and purple was her theme as she let down her hair, and flipped it so the short side was covered by long hair.
She pointed to her readjusted breasts. "Is this enough cleavage to catch his eye?" she asked, Molly nodded, lifting her eyebrows. "If that doesn't do it, the fishnet tights and stripper heels will do" she joked patting Ella's back playfully she pushed her towards Jim. "Go get him, you snake" she smiled, Ella turned around and lifted her middle fingers jokingly, before returning to her course.
She slid in between him and another person, seemingly to get a drink for her and Molly. "I need another one of what she has" she said pointing at Molly, "annnd, a scotch on the rocks" she said with a smile, the bar tender smiled and got on the order. "A scotch, eh?" Jim asked her, looking her over. Ella licked her lips and rolled her eyes. "I've got class" she said folding her arms, Jim's eyes flitted down to her cleavage then back up to her. "More class then I've seen in a while" he said smiling, his hand strayed to her hip.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked her, motioning to the dance floor. She looked at the dance floor, then back to him; "sure" she smiled, walking out brazenly. Jim watched her walk away for a minute, before walking after her confidently. Normally, Jim hated these loud, seedy little bars; in fact he was only here for a cover, but the bass filled music gave way to a more sexual type of dancing; a type that he was more than obliged to do with Ella.
Molly watched from the sidelines with Lestrade. "Y'know, I never would have pegged Ella for that kind of dancing" he said swallowing a drink. "Neither would I" Sherlock said from the side, causing Lestrade to jump nearly three feet in the air. "When did you two get here?" Lestrade grumbled as John took a seat by Molly, "minutes ago" John told him, as a disgruntled Sherlock sat next to him.
"Sherlock, are you..jealous of Jim?" Molly asked, her heart seeming to crumble. "No, it's just unnerving to see this 'Jim' fellow rub his genitals over the backside of my neighbor in a public setting" he said blankly. Lestrade laughed, "Sherlock, that's what these places are for, it's called 'dirty dancing', looks like Ella's getting laid tonight!" he laughed. "I do hope she doesn't bring the boy back to her flat, sleeping would be impossible" Sherlock said, trying to erase her age from his mind.
Ella came running up to Molly. "Molly, would you kill me if I..." she trailed off, nodding her head to a farther back Jim, who was admiring her figure from his position. "Depends, are you taking him home?" Sherlock asked her, she looked at him. "No, Molly, I'm going back to his place" she said returning her gaze back to her friend. "Go!" Molly encourage, Ella smiled then hopped off to the arm of tonight's lover.
A few blocks and a taxi cab later, they stumbled into Jim's flat. Ella kicking off her heels and Jim working off his shirt, they fell to the ground in a pile of heated kisses and touches, Ella started fidgeting with his jeans as he started to unlace her corset.
The light suddenly flicked on, "Jim, what the hell are you doi-" the sleepy voice cut off. "God dammit Seb!" Jim falling to his side and off of Ella, Ella pressed the corset to her chest and stood up with her shoes. "I should get goi-YOU" Ella stopped in her tracks. Sebastian rubbed his eyes, "what about m-you!?" he said, suddenly straightening his posture.
Jim stood up, and clapped his hands together. "On the count of three, your both going to tell you know each other" he commanded. "One, two..three" he counted off. Ella and Sebastian began talking at once; "Jim, your getting it on with a seventeen-year-old girl, where the hell did you even find her!?" Sebastian yelled, "How the hell do you know the same, exact, asshole as I do from the plane!?" Ella nearly screamed. "ENOUGH" Jim roared, he turned to Seb and wordlessly fumed as he made signs of frustration with his hands.
Jim looked at Ella, "Seventeen?" he nearly breathed out. "What the hell is it with men and making me give an age!?" she nearly squeaked. "Anyone else know?" Jim asked her, she shook her head. "No, Sherlock thinks I'm nineteen, I'm a good liar" she said starting to lace up her corset, Jim put a hand out in protest, then retracted it. "And you two met on a plane?" he asked, they both nodded; "well then, casual sex just got a whole lot less casual" Jim sighed. Seb leaned against the wall with an excited, hungry look on his face.
"Ella, would you compromise and either let me and Seb here share" Jim asked, "or let me buy you dinner tomorrow?" he asked. Ella looked at Jim for a moment, then briefly smiled, lacing up her corset and grabbing her shoes. "There's a burger joint a few blocks from the morgue, meet me there tomorrow at five, or you can pick me up from the morgue and choose the place for dinner" she said walking out of the flat.
"God dammit Jim, I saw her first" Sebastian said, crossing his arms when Jim came up to him. "Seb, I don't care. I could actually keep this one around, who knows, maybe someday she'll agree to a three way" he said seriously. "Jim-" Sebastian was cut off. "I don't share, Tiger. She's mine, you interfere, and we'll have another private chat. Remember how well that went down last time, Seb" Jim told him.
"How could you keep this one around?" Seb asked him. "Tiger, she successfully lied to Sherlock, she's hot, and she's dangerous...and she chose dinner over sex, which is a rare occurrence" Jim smiled at him. Jim retired to his room and Seb stood looking over the living room, he popped his knuckles. "She may be your chosen on, boss; but she's the one I want, and I'll have her. One way, or another" he mumbled to himself, retiring to the couch with a devious scheme and beautiful girl in mind.