Holmes muttered a soft 'wonderful' to himself as they wove their way through the tables, an idle glance paid to the occasional game. Many of the card configurations were completely beyond him, and he paid them no further mind. Simpletons, the lot of them.
It did strike him as a bit odd that he had to follow Watson for once, but he did so without comment, content to be on his way to the bar.
Once they made it to the more familiar sight of the counter, Holmes moved to a seat, giving a nod to the bar wench.
"A finger of whiskey, please, on Doctor Watson's tab."