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Sherlock Holmes (ifimnothungry) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-01-21 14:13:00

Entry tags:

irene adler, sherlock holmes

WHO: Sherlock Holmes & Irene Adler
WHAT: Sherlock finally agreed to dinner.
WHEN: January 20th; 7 o'clock
WHERE: An upscale local restaurant
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Sherlock had arrived early. Not surprising, given his desire to have the upperhand in most interactions, and there was quite a bit to be said about how much leverage being the first to arrive provided an individual. It had been the strategy that Irene had used, catching Sherlock offguard first being being prepared for him and then by being someone she necessarily wasn't supposed to be. As it went, Ms. Adler had yet to yield the upperhand once, and Sherlock was extremely eager to get it back. Which was why, after months of refusing, he had finally agreed to one of her 'let's have dinner' requests.

The first step in regaining the upperhand: do something unexpected.

Of course, she'd decided on the restaurant. She'd made the reserved. She'd selected their table so she'd controlled the position which they'd have relative to the rest of the room. She had the most influence in this situation so that is why Sherlock had felt he had to arrive early, to select not only the best position at the table but also balance out the advantage Irene had from already being familiar with their surroundings. Being seated at the table, after having negotiated his way past the host by deducing after a moment that Irene had made their reservation under 'The Woman' rather than Adler or Holmes, Sherlock closed his eyes, his ears seeking out the snippets of conversation around him and filing them away before he reopened his eyes and did the same with visual clues. He hoped, by the time that his dinner companion arrived, that he'd have just as much ammunition on the individuals surrounding them as he assumed Irene did.

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letshavedinner
2012-02-12 01:26 am UTC (link)

Irene reached for her glass of wine, absently swirling the crimson liquid about as she quirked a smile in Sherlock's direction. Her eyes shone with merriment as she tipped her head, raising her glass to her lips and taking a small sip. "As I've already said it several times now, it's obvious you've no intention of believing me when I insist that I'm merely interested in spending a bit of time with you," she commented as she set her glass back down. "So allow me to try this another way."

Dropping her hands into her lap, folding them while doing so, she met his gaze openly. "You," she said plainly, "have nothing to offer me, Mr. Holmes. I haven't a puzzle I require solving and I certainly don't require any information from that glorious brain of yours to ensure my own well being. I'm doing quite well on my own, here, and simply wished to spend a bit of time with you." Leaning forward ever so slightly, her voice dropped a bit until it was a touch huskier than it had been.

"And I can assure you," she tacked on, "there isn't much you could tell me about our surrounding company that I don't already know."

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ifimnothungry
2012-02-13 10:49 am UTC (link)

It was a hard thought for Sherlock to wrap his mind around. Not that Irene didn't have anything that she wanted from him or any way that she intended to use him. No, that he could believe easily enough. He'd already fulfilled most of the things which he could imagine she could demand from him in the situation that they'd shared, and here, well, here, he'd only be helpful if she came across something like that again. It was the fact that she seemed to want to spend time with him...as friends.

At least, that was the only thing that he could assume from the fact that she wanted to spend time with him without desiring anything more than his company. John was the only person who did that on a regular basis, and even then, Sherlock wasn't entirely sure that John enjoyed his company a lot of the time. He'd only even been certain that the two of them had become more than just roommates and colleagues since the incident with Moriarty, and even then, he'd done his fair share of trying to screw it up. He didn't imagine this was going to go much better.

Leaning forward as she did, though, all thoughts of ulterior motives and possible issues with maintaining this dynamic were out the window as he smirked in the face of a challenge, "Really, Ms. Adler? Would you like me to try?"

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