Nobody is smart but Daryl Hockney (the_automaton) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-11-28 15:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | moriarty, sherlock holmes |
Who: Adam and Daryl
What: Going home
Where: Bathos stairway
When: After the Thanksgiving Dinner
Warnings: Smooching and sadness
The city flew by the windows of their taxi in a brilliant smear of light upon darkness. Sitting with her knees held together and her hands resting on her thighs, Daryl peered at the scenery around them as she and Mr. Morgenstern sat in silence. Much to her surprise, the dinner had not been insufferable. In fact, she might be so bold as to venture that it was moderately enjoyable. They spent the evening discussing their fellow guests and engaging in petty arguments, but it wasn’t exactly frustrating. It wasn’t a sword fight, but rather, a sparring match. And even Daryl could recognize that regular sparring matches kept a competitor in top form.
As the taxi slowed to a stop outside the Bathos apartment complex, Daryl opened the door and stepped out into the cold, pulling her dark brown wrap more tightly around her shoulders. Though her dress was long-sleeved, a chill ran up her spine as she carefully picked her way over the crusted snow. By the time she had reached the sidewalk, Mr. Morgenstern had paid the cab driver. Fisting one hand in the warmth of her wrap, she stood still and waited for him.
When he approached, she smirked at his expression. “Riding in one taxi for one night doesn’t make you a cockroach,” she said with an air of taunting in her voice. “I promise that you won’t contract poverty through physical contact with the seat.”