Hob-Nobbling To The Dancefloor Part 1
Title: Hob-Nobbling To The Dancefloor
Author: marvystoop
Rating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes.
Characters: Holmes/Watson
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
Summary: From this prompt. Watson's diary, in the style of Georgia Nicholson.
Hob-Nobbling To The Dancefloor.
Part 1
Saturday June 18th
1:00 p.m.
Just seen Sher behind the bike sheds with Wet Blackwood puffing away on a PIPE. A pipe?! Can’t believe Sher has ditched me for a Werther’s advert lifestyle.
Apparently Sher is trying to go for the stereotypical style of cool-ossity, which as I’ve pointed out on many of my lectures, and one time Powerpoint presentation to the Ace Gang, hanging around with Wet Blackwood will not actually gain you.
“Sherlock!” shouts I, “You look like my Grand Vati smoking that relic! Telegram me when you want to reacquaint yourself with the real, dry world”.
Wet Blackwood started glaring at me and shouting something about ‘the time will come when you and I must yadda yadda yadda’, I lost my train of thought over the sound of his wonky tooth being wonky.
At this point I get another win of awesome sauce for the Ace-y-ness of our gang when Mary the Sex Goddess comes over to me, ME, not some puddle of a Blackwood and asks me within ear shot of the puddle if I’ll go to the disco with her tonight.
Normally I wouldn’t rub this in Sher’s face, plus my planets are totally aligned in the galaxy of luuuuurve right now so I position myself on the side my nose looks good and give her my sweet and luuurvy eyes and agree. She touches me on my arm briefly before she walks away.
Then Lestrade the Laugh had to spoil it all by bellowing “Third base already then eh?!”
Could have had a nervy b. right there and then.
1:30 p.m.
Phhwwooooarrrrr, Sex Goddess asked me out!
1:31 p.m.
Epidemic! What should I wear? Sher nicked off with my good wasitcoat and my skinny trousers that make my bum look delicious are in the mangle. Bloody life is over!
1:51 p.m.
That’s it I can’t go to the dance now. Wet Blackwood has won everything ever.
1:52 p.m.
Except at being fab.
3:00 p.m.
Sher just knocked round, mutti did a complete middle-age-isity woman on heat spaz on him. Must be Sher’s hair, it looked particularly shaggy today. Had to smuggle him upstairs away from the 1st deadly sin down there.
Turns out Sher wants a serious talk. Ooer!
“You do know Mary’s using you right?
“Hello to you too bezzie friend whose chuffing around with Lady Blackwood now”
“Mary’s only asked you to the dance ‘cause her and Blackwood broke up. She‘s trying to make him jealous”
Blimey O’Reilley, Sher must be well jealous of me if he’s making up this baboonery nonsense.
“Oh Lordy lord. Come on Sher, we both knew my gammy leg wouldn’t keep potential date-eronies away forever.” I put a hand on her shoulder like a bad actor on Neighbours or something, “There, there ol’ chum. You can still be my best man at the wedding.”
Sher hit my hand away, sometimes he can be quite violent.
“I don’t want to be best man!” He shouted running out of my room.
Fine then act like a clown!
Author: marvystoop
Rating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes.
Characters: Holmes/Watson
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
Summary: From this prompt. Watson's diary, in the style of Georgia Nicholson.
Hob-Nobbling To The Dancefloor.
Part 1
Saturday June 18th
1:00 p.m.
Just seen Sher behind the bike sheds with Wet Blackwood puffing away on a PIPE. A pipe?! Can’t believe Sher has ditched me for a Werther’s advert lifestyle.
Apparently Sher is trying to go for the stereotypical style of cool-ossity, which as I’ve pointed out on many of my lectures, and one time Powerpoint presentation to the Ace Gang, hanging around with Wet Blackwood will not actually gain you.
“Sherlock!” shouts I, “You look like my Grand Vati smoking that relic! Telegram me when you want to reacquaint yourself with the real, dry world”.
Wet Blackwood started glaring at me and shouting something about ‘the time will come when you and I must yadda yadda yadda’, I lost my train of thought over the sound of his wonky tooth being wonky.
At this point I get another win of awesome sauce for the Ace-y-ness of our gang when Mary the Sex Goddess comes over to me, ME, not some puddle of a Blackwood and asks me within ear shot of the puddle if I’ll go to the disco with her tonight.
Normally I wouldn’t rub this in Sher’s face, plus my planets are totally aligned in the galaxy of luuuuurve right now so I position myself on the side my nose looks good and give her my sweet and luuurvy eyes and agree. She touches me on my arm briefly before she walks away.
Then Lestrade the Laugh had to spoil it all by bellowing “Third base already then eh?!”
Could have had a nervy b. right there and then.
1:30 p.m.
Phhwwooooarrrrr, Sex Goddess asked me out!
1:31 p.m.
Epidemic! What should I wear? Sher nicked off with my good wasitcoat and my skinny trousers that make my bum look delicious are in the mangle. Bloody life is over!
1:51 p.m.
That’s it I can’t go to the dance now. Wet Blackwood has won everything ever.
1:52 p.m.
Except at being fab.
3:00 p.m.
Sher just knocked round, mutti did a complete middle-age-isity woman on heat spaz on him. Must be Sher’s hair, it looked particularly shaggy today. Had to smuggle him upstairs away from the 1st deadly sin down there.
Turns out Sher wants a serious talk. Ooer!
“You do know Mary’s using you right?
“Hello to you too bezzie friend whose chuffing around with Lady Blackwood now”
“Mary’s only asked you to the dance ‘cause her and Blackwood broke up. She‘s trying to make him jealous”
Blimey O’Reilley, Sher must be well jealous of me if he’s making up this baboonery nonsense.
“Oh Lordy lord. Come on Sher, we both knew my gammy leg wouldn’t keep potential date-eronies away forever.” I put a hand on her shoulder like a bad actor on Neighbours or something, “There, there ol’ chum. You can still be my best man at the wedding.”
Sher hit my hand away, sometimes he can be quite violent.
“I don’t want to be best man!” He shouted running out of my room.
Fine then act like a clown!