Bit not dead. (mindpalace) wrote in payline, @ 2014-01-21 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !incomplete, irene adler (canon), sherlock holmes (canon) |
Who: Sherlock Holmes & Irene Adler
When: Backdated: Saturday
Where: Olives; The Bellagio.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: A chat
Status: Closed, Incomplete
Sherlock arrived early. He didn't know who he'd managed to let himself be talked into a proper dinner, but he supposed that was hardly his fault. With no crimes of interest (fires. kidnappings = demon possession. Boring) it was a struggle for him to keep himself a float. Media was limited here, as was substance. Vegas was a city based upon forgery, chance, luck and facsimile and it burned him like grease slashed from a frying pan. He needed something, some stimulant and in the absence of work. Of cigarettes. Of cocaine. Or everything.
There was her. Still her. Irene Adler. The Woman who was still to him as captivating as she'd always been, who had still played him against his betters and gotten away with it in a whirlwind. She was here and she was interesting -- something to latch onto to keep himself from sinking into the misery and depths of his own unchecked subconscious.
And so he'd damn well give her the dinner she asked for, and do everything he could to hide his smile; the fact he was secretly pleased.