Fic: High Spirits: G
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holmes_minorTitle: High Spirits
Wordcount: 128 words.
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, Mrs. Hudson ('off-screen')
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: N/A
Author’s Notes: Written for the October Prompt: Spirit.
The party in Mrs. Hudson’s quarters was now in full swing.
Up in 221B, Watson smiled weakly at Holmes.
“What is it they’re celebrating?”
“I think...” said Holmes, “Mrs. Hudson said it was a harvest supper.”
“In London?”
There was a sudden cheer and Holmes shrugged. “Seems to have been a very good year for gin at least.”
Down below the piano started up, as Mrs. Hudson began to lead her guests in yet another popular ditty.
Holmes blanched somewhat. “Dear God. How many risqué songs does the woman know?”
“I suppose… we could… always go down and complain..?”
Watson’s voice trailed away.
Amidst the silence, the laughter of twenty-three landladies floated up the stairs, and Holmes and Watson exchanged a look.
“Yes, well,” said Watson. “Perhaps not.”
Wordcount: 128 words.
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, Mrs. Hudson ('off-screen')
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: N/A
Author’s Notes: Written for the October Prompt: Spirit.
The party in Mrs. Hudson’s quarters was now in full swing.
Up in 221B, Watson smiled weakly at Holmes.
“What is it they’re celebrating?”
“I think...” said Holmes, “Mrs. Hudson said it was a harvest supper.”
“In London?”
There was a sudden cheer and Holmes shrugged. “Seems to have been a very good year for gin at least.”
Down below the piano started up, as Mrs. Hudson began to lead her guests in yet another popular ditty.
Holmes blanched somewhat. “Dear God. How many risqué songs does the woman know?”
“I suppose… we could… always go down and complain..?”
Watson’s voice trailed away.
Amidst the silence, the laughter of twenty-three landladies floated up the stairs, and Holmes and Watson exchanged a look.
“Yes, well,” said Watson. “Perhaps not.”
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