Who: Sherlock Holmes and Open. Where: Verdant. What: Sherlock is trying to branch out, and needs a drink. When: Saturday, November 2. Warnings: TBD. Status: Open.
Sherlock knew he needed to branch out a bit. He only went to the store (and only when necessary) and the tea shop. So he decided tonight was the night to branch out and go to one of the bars in town. And out of all the bars in Madison Valley, he opted to visit Verdant for the first time. He wasn't exactly sure what had compelled him to visit this particular establishment, and he hoped that he wouldn't be disappointed.
Because he felt he needed a drink. At least, he wanted a drink. He would never admit this out loud, but he missed John Watson. He hadn't realized how comforting Watson's presence had been until Watson was no longer around. Yes, he had people in Madison Valley. Like the Doctor and Peter Parker. But they weren't Watson. No one could ever replace him. Not to Sherlock, anyway.
"Vodka," he requested from the bartender. "Mixed with whatever you choose." At least he knew what sort of alcohol he wanted, right? That was at least a start.