Bond night is go
Sherlock is lounging around in his chair, when John arrives with a wide smile on his face. He lifts up the plastic bag he is carrying and shakes it into Sherlock’s direction.
J: Hey. I’ve got it!
Sherlock’s eyebrow lifts up in question. He puts aside the book he has been reading and follows an almost giddy John into the kitchen.
Fortunately Sherlock took the time to clear away all of his laboratory equipment earlier, for the kitchen table is filling up with all the things John brought. So far there is a six-pack of beer, a bottle of red wine and two bags of crisps. (Are those salt and vinegar? Oh, my god, they are. Give me some!)
The last thing he unpacks are a handful of DVDs. Sherlock grabs the topmost and inspects the casing in confusion, turning it this way and that.
S: Did you buy all of these?
J: Hm? Oh, no. I went by Mike’s place on the way home. He was kind enough to lend them to me. He is a big Bond fan. Used to get on my wick, quoting them every chance he got, back at Barts. He’s got the whole collection, but his daughter took most of them with her when she left for uni. It would have been better to start with one of the older ones, but I guess these will have to do.
Sherlock’s forehead has crinkled up. Going by the way he is staring off at the empty space before him, he probably didn’t even hear the last sentence.
S: Mike has a daughter?
There is no way of missing the question on John’s face, as he blinks up at Sherlock
in a mixture of disbelief and delight.
J: How could YOU not know that?
Sherlock seems just as perplexed by his oversight, but quickly covers it up by straightening his shoulders.
S: Must have deleted it.
Which earns him another incredulous look.
J: I’m sure Mike will be glad to hear, that to you, his personal life ranks as high as knowledge of the solar system.
S: Oh, not this again.
John just raises his hand in a mocking sign of surrender, not even trying to hide his amusement at this particular topic. Sherlock throws him a glare before focusing back at the DVD in his hands.
S: Quantum of Solace.
J: No, no that one.
John shakes his head and plucks the casing out of his fingers, only to replace it with another one.
J: We are starting with Casino Royale, otherwise the plot won’t make a lick of sense.
Sherlock just shrugs, puts the DVD back with the others and returns to his chair, while John is getting everything ready to watch the film.
Finally some decent entertainment around here!