Standing next to Sarah John sighed looking over the room of fine clothes and elaborate masks. “Go on and dance Sarah. I'll be all right. We both need to act like we're enjoying ourselves and making nice with the guests.”
Almost a whole song after Sarah stepped onto the floor John jumped hearing an old woman's voice next to him. “Sit down next to me young man. I need a break from standing and if you're next to me they wont interrupt us.”
“Certainly. I'd love to.” John said sitting next to the old dignified woman who had spoken.
“Liar. You would rather be anywhere but here. So why are you here?” The lady asked looking at John with an familiar critical gaze.
"You're right. I need the rent money too much to risk seeing if the boss's unsubtle threat of be here or be fired is true."
"That is a good reason to be here. Did the landlord raise the rent?"
"No. I suddenly had to go from half the rent to paying all of it."
"Lousy arsed flatmate." The woman unkindly said.
"No, he was a good man who was murdered by a monster."
"That's terrible. What about finding a cheaper place?"
"He was taken from me and I refuse to give up our home as crazy as it was. Thankfully his family hasn't barged in and taken his things. It seems like without him alive they don't care about his stuff or his old flatmate. Oh no, the supervisor from hell is watching, would you mind of we danced a bit? Just until he stops watching or until I step on your toes, which will probably happen first." John explained hoping the woman would agree to dance and keep his boss happy thereby keeping him employeed.
"Dear me, that was exciting. Dancing with such a young handsome thing as youre self. Excuse me for a moment."
“Of course.” John watched the woman regally walk toward the hallway leading out of the ballroom.
Once the woman was out of hearing of the ballroom a cellphone was pulled out of the front of her dress. “Mycroft, don't you dare remove my things from Baker street. Also at least triple John's income. I don't care how just do it. No I am not going to tell you where I am.”
No one noticed an old woman slowly walk into the ladies room and a young serving girl dash out moments later.
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Fill - SPOILER for SS2E3 The Reichenbach Fall
Date: 2012-04-02 05:36 am (UTC)Standing next to Sarah John sighed looking over the room of fine clothes and elaborate masks. “Go on and dance Sarah. I'll be all right. We both need to act like we're enjoying ourselves and making nice with the guests.”
Almost a whole song after Sarah stepped onto the floor John jumped hearing an old woman's voice next to him. “Sit down next to me young man. I need a break from standing and if you're next to me they wont interrupt us.”
“Certainly. I'd love to.” John said sitting next to the old dignified woman who had spoken.
“Liar. You would rather be anywhere but here. So why are you here?” The lady asked looking at John with an familiar critical gaze.
"You're right. I need the rent money too much to risk seeing if the boss's unsubtle threat of be here or be fired is true."
"That is a good reason to be here. Did the landlord raise the rent?"
"No. I suddenly had to go from half the rent to paying all of it."
"Lousy arsed flatmate." The woman unkindly said.
"No, he was a good man who was murdered by a monster."
"That's terrible. What about finding a cheaper place?"
"He was taken from me and I refuse to give up our home as crazy as it was. Thankfully his family hasn't barged in and taken his things. It seems like without him alive they don't care about his stuff or his old flatmate. Oh no, the supervisor from hell is watching, would you mind of we danced a bit? Just until he stops watching or until I step on your toes, which will probably happen first." John explained hoping the woman would agree to dance and keep his boss happy thereby keeping him employeed.
"Dear me, that was exciting. Dancing with such a young handsome thing as youre self. Excuse me for a moment."
“Of course.” John watched the woman regally walk toward the hallway leading out of the ballroom.
Once the woman was out of hearing of the ballroom a cellphone was pulled out of the front of her dress. “Mycroft, don't you dare remove my things from Baker street. Also at least triple John's income. I don't care how just do it. No I am not going to tell you where I am.”
No one noticed an old woman slowly walk into the ladies room and a young serving girl dash out moments later.