Holmes noticed the self-important strut of his friend, and couldn't help a slight sigh. Really, it was one thing that he was trying to accept the whole idea. Did Watson really have to rub in how much happier he seemed, here?
The first thing Holmes noticed as they walked in was the odd, artificially clean smell of the canned air on the floor, meant to mask the stale beer and smoke smell that such places usually grew. He grimaced, just as the doorman seemed to be saying hello. At least Holmes didn't think to be embarrassed about it.
Watson's mention of the owner forced Holmes to arch a brow. Anthony? That was a bit familiar, wasn't it? "Must be some man, to hire you in after such short a time. In a business like this..."