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It was Friday night at about midnight and the pub was starting to die down. The only people that are usually here this time of night are the ones who have to little on there mind or too much. That's why he's there. Dr. John H Watson is his name and that's all anyone really knows about him. The shorter man just showed up one day to the little hole in the wall pub. Same time same day. He shows up, gets a drink and stays in that corner for a few hours then just leaves. Never talks to no one and no one talks to him and that was fine. Then something changed.
Sherlock Holmes is a performer. He sings, plays the violin, and dose a little fortune telling on the side. People will call him freaky, weirdo, and a fake but he just claims it's a science. One night while singing at a small local bar he notices a man sitting the darkens corner and is immediately interested. He read everything he could about the man from where he was then once the song ended he got off the stage and headed over. "Is this seat taken?"
The blond man looked up at Sherlock a little surprised then shook his head slightly. Sherlock sat down and looked at the man a little more then nodded slightly to himself then without hesitation he said. "Hello, my name is Sherlock Holmes and I would like to take you to dinner."
The man then proceeded to choke a little on his drink then looked at Sherlock like he was insane. "What? You don't even know me!"
Sherlock then smirks a little. "I know your a doctor, an army doctor non the less. I know you come hear every Friday seance you cam back from... Afghanistan or Iraq? Oh well I also know you have a brother who has a little money but you won't expect his help. You disapprove of him probably because of the drinking but it's most likely because he walked out on his wife. I know that you have a limp but it's partly psychosomatic. That's enough to know to ask you on a date don't you think." Sherlock finished his speech and got himself prepared to be shot down. No one liked it when they have there whole life spilled out in the opened.
But then something beautiful happened. Instead of insulting him the man let out a slightly chuckle and looked a little in awe. "That was amazing." Sherlock was frozen for a moment before asking. "You really think so? That's not what people normally say."
The man smiles a little softly. "And what do people normally say." There was a hint of curiosity in the blonds voice and Sherlock thought it was a beautiful sound.
Shrugging slightly Sherlock replied with. "Piss off." This caused another round of chuckles from the man. Sherlock thought he was winning him over then the man stood up. "Well... you know a little of my story.... but you don't know me. I'm afraid you won't really like me all that much." The man then stood, left some pounds on the bar for his drink then turned.
Sherlock watched only for a moment before calling out. "Wait! Can't I at least have a name?" The man then turned back to Sherlock and with one last smile he said. "John Watson." Then turned into the night and was gone.