047: BBC Sherlock: Rating: Teen
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vocab_drabblesTitle: Banal
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Rating: Teen (for reference to cannibalism)
Length: 500
Summary: John wonders if Sherlock's invitation to dinner is a date.
“The candlelight is nice, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know. Makes observation a challenge. But I like a challenge. So I suppose it is ‘nice,’ for a certain value of ‘nice.’”
“Sherlock?”
“Hmm?”
“Is this a date?”
“Date?” Sherlock lifted his mobile, glanced at it, then let it drop back onto the table. “It’s the second of March, John.”
“No, I mean, yes, I know that. I was just wondering if this was, you know, a date.”
“Date?”
John sighed. “You know, a date, a social or romantic appointment or engagement between two or more people.”
“Sounds banal.”
“Banal?”
“Lacking in originality so as to be boring or obvious. Really, John, you must invest in a thesaurus.”
“Why should I when I have a genius roommate. So back to the issue…”
“What issue?”
“So, this isn’t a date? I mean, you invited me to dinner. And a movie.”
Sherlock frowned. “Movie? As in cinema?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, I asked if you wanted to see something, and you said, if I remember, correctly, ‘yes.’”
John’s eyebrows rose. “You weren’t talking about the cinema.”
Just then a waiter approached the table, and conversation was interrupted. When the waiter had taken their orders and was out of earshot, Sherlock remarked,
“Quite right, John.”
“What?”
“To avoid the specialty of the house.”
“Why? You got it.”
“Yes.” Sherlock drew the word out to several syllables. His eyes flitted around the room with keen interest.
John waited a few moments then broke the silence.
“Sherlock?”
“Hmm?” Sherlock’s eyes returned to John’s and widened slightly. “That’s a new shirt,” he observed.
“Yes, it is.”
“You haven’t washed it yet.”
“No, not yet.”
“Itches a bit.”
“Just a bit.” John smiled. “Not much.”
“You look,” Sherlock’s gaze, and his full attention, was on John, causing John to blush, “good. Apart from the itching, of course. You washed your hair and put product in it.”
“I thought this might be a date. I wanted to look nice.”
“Oh.”
“Sherlock?”
“Hmm?”
“Why are we here? Is it a case?”
“Not exactly.”
John huffed. “I knew it! It’s a case!”
“A personal inquiry.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I want to satisfy my own curiosity on a matter.”
“What matter?”
“On the matter of this five-star restaurant serving toothsome meals which may or may not be precisely what they purport to be.”
John frowned. “The specialty of the house?”
“Precisely.”
“Isn’t really veal?”
“Oh, good, you follow.”
“Jesus Christ!” hissed John, leaning forward and spraying enough breath and spit to extinguish the
candle.
“There goes the ambiance,” quipped Sherlock dryly.
“You aren’t serious.”
“I’m rarely anything other than serious. John, one thing I like about you is your imagination. I mean, you thought this was a date!”
“My imagination is making me queasy. Please, please tell me you are not investigating a case of suspected cannibalism!”
“Then I shan’t. Instead, I shall tell you if they offer a secret dessert menu, you should definitely order the ice cream.”
“ARGH!”
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Rating: Teen (for reference to cannibalism)
Length: 500
Summary: John wonders if Sherlock's invitation to dinner is a date.
“The candlelight is nice, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know. Makes observation a challenge. But I like a challenge. So I suppose it is ‘nice,’ for a certain value of ‘nice.’”
“Sherlock?”
“Hmm?”
“Is this a date?”
“Date?” Sherlock lifted his mobile, glanced at it, then let it drop back onto the table. “It’s the second of March, John.”
“No, I mean, yes, I know that. I was just wondering if this was, you know, a date.”
“Date?”
John sighed. “You know, a date, a social or romantic appointment or engagement between two or more people.”
“Sounds banal.”
“Banal?”
“Lacking in originality so as to be boring or obvious. Really, John, you must invest in a thesaurus.”
“Why should I when I have a genius roommate. So back to the issue…”
“What issue?”
“So, this isn’t a date? I mean, you invited me to dinner. And a movie.”
Sherlock frowned. “Movie? As in cinema?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, I asked if you wanted to see something, and you said, if I remember, correctly, ‘yes.’”
John’s eyebrows rose. “You weren’t talking about the cinema.”
Just then a waiter approached the table, and conversation was interrupted. When the waiter had taken their orders and was out of earshot, Sherlock remarked,
“Quite right, John.”
“What?”
“To avoid the specialty of the house.”
“Why? You got it.”
“Yes.” Sherlock drew the word out to several syllables. His eyes flitted around the room with keen interest.
John waited a few moments then broke the silence.
“Sherlock?”
“Hmm?” Sherlock’s eyes returned to John’s and widened slightly. “That’s a new shirt,” he observed.
“Yes, it is.”
“You haven’t washed it yet.”
“No, not yet.”
“Itches a bit.”
“Just a bit.” John smiled. “Not much.”
“You look,” Sherlock’s gaze, and his full attention, was on John, causing John to blush, “good. Apart from the itching, of course. You washed your hair and put product in it.”
“I thought this might be a date. I wanted to look nice.”
“Oh.”
“Sherlock?”
“Hmm?”
“Why are we here? Is it a case?”
“Not exactly.”
John huffed. “I knew it! It’s a case!”
“A personal inquiry.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I want to satisfy my own curiosity on a matter.”
“What matter?”
“On the matter of this five-star restaurant serving toothsome meals which may or may not be precisely what they purport to be.”
John frowned. “The specialty of the house?”
“Precisely.”
“Isn’t really veal?”
“Oh, good, you follow.”
“Jesus Christ!” hissed John, leaning forward and spraying enough breath and spit to extinguish the
candle.
“There goes the ambiance,” quipped Sherlock dryly.
“You aren’t serious.”
“I’m rarely anything other than serious. John, one thing I like about you is your imagination. I mean, you thought this was a date!”
“My imagination is making me queasy. Please, please tell me you are not investigating a case of suspected cannibalism!”
“Then I shan’t. Instead, I shall tell you if they offer a secret dessert menu, you should definitely order the ice cream.”
“ARGH!”
