J. Ignace [L] (hewhomovesfirst) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-01-01 23:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | l, watson |
Who: Jane and Justin
What: A belated Christmas present - of cake.
Where: Belle Epicurean
When: Monday afternoon
Warnings: It's L. And cake, his one true love. It could get dirty in here.
If he had taken the time to do his research on what, precisely, Belle Epicurean was, Justin knew that he could have figured out what Jane was giving him with ninety-nine percent certainty. He'd begun to do so, before realizing that if she was giving him something it was probably best to come up with a last minute gift for her, as well. Fortunately, he had procured an Amazon.com gift card for Reina before grudgingly coming to the conclusion that he would likely be in enough trouble that she would interfere with his work if he didn't purchase something to put under the giant tree she had insisted on, and so he scrawled Jane's name on the card quickly and tucked it into the pocket of his jacket before leaving his apartment that morning.
Presenting his evidence had gone as smoothly as anticipated, and he was in fact a little early for the meeting he had scheduled with his sparring partner. He walked quickly down the sidewalk, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket and a large lollipop creating an obscene bulge in one of his cheeks. He gripped the paper stick firmly between his teeth, holding it in place so he didn't accidentally suck it down his throat and choke himself - it had happened before, as he tended to suck harder when he started thinking harder. It was safer by far, he knew, to hold it with his hand instead, but it was entirely too cold outside to justify taking them out of his pockets, gloves or no gloves.
His destination was drawing closer, judging by the way the numbers seemed to be changing as he walked down the street. When the building itself - the Fairmont Hotel, which had caused a raised eyebrow when he had first looked up the location - came in sight, he began glancing around for a familiar head of blonde hair. The sooner the suspense was over and the surprise was no longer so surprising, the better.