Fic: At the Off Licence: G
Oct. 7th, 2016 10:35 pmTitle: At the Off Licence
Form/Wordcount: 221B
Characters/Pairings: Dr John Watson, Mr Jenkins, proprietor of the off licence
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: Written for the "Spirit" prompt.
Dr Watson opened the door to the off licence and went in, to be greeted warmly by the proprietor.
“Hello, Jenkins,” the doctor said, “I’ve come to settle last month’s bill.”
“Certainly, sir.” Jenkins looked in his ledger. “Let me see.” He called out the items as he listed their amounts on his slate.
“Three bottles of brandy.”
Watson looked surprised, and counted them on his fingers: one for use for clients in aiding their recovery, either on arrival or after Holmes’ had given his big reveal; one for dosing Holmes after he took a chill following the Arbuthnot case; one which Watson himself had shared with Mrs Hudson, to ward off any of Holmes’ germs.
“Two bottles of whisky.”
They tended to get through a bottle a month when Lestrade visited, and, now Hopkins had started calling round too, it would be churlish not to offer him a glass.
“And seven bottles of gin.”
That was higher than usual. But there had been the accident with the lamp and the table doilies. And the nasty smell which had lingered for three days. The client who had brought a piglet which had escaped. And the incident with the fire tongs. Seven bottles was probably reasonable.
Jenkins added the figures up and announced the total. Dr Watson sighed and paid the bill.
Form/Wordcount: 221B
Characters/Pairings: Dr John Watson, Mr Jenkins, proprietor of the off licence
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: Written for the "Spirit" prompt.
Dr Watson opened the door to the off licence and went in, to be greeted warmly by the proprietor.
“Hello, Jenkins,” the doctor said, “I’ve come to settle last month’s bill.”
“Certainly, sir.” Jenkins looked in his ledger. “Let me see.” He called out the items as he listed their amounts on his slate.
“Three bottles of brandy.”
Watson looked surprised, and counted them on his fingers: one for use for clients in aiding their recovery, either on arrival or after Holmes’ had given his big reveal; one for dosing Holmes after he took a chill following the Arbuthnot case; one which Watson himself had shared with Mrs Hudson, to ward off any of Holmes’ germs.
“Two bottles of whisky.”
They tended to get through a bottle a month when Lestrade visited, and, now Hopkins had started calling round too, it would be churlish not to offer him a glass.
“And seven bottles of gin.”
That was higher than usual. But there had been the accident with the lamp and the table doilies. And the nasty smell which had lingered for three days. The client who had brought a piglet which had escaped. And the incident with the fire tongs. Seven bottles was probably reasonable.
Jenkins added the figures up and announced the total. Dr Watson sighed and paid the bill.
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Date: 2016-10-07 09:42 pm (UTC)I think they got off lightly:-p
Nicely done
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Date: 2016-10-07 10:51 pm (UTC)Rather taken with ...one for use for clients in aiding their recovery, either on arrival or after Holmes’ had given his big reveal ^___^
Excellent idea and execution, madam.
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Date: 2016-10-07 10:58 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it - thank you.
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