mentally-undressing-him

  • *in the lab*
  • Sherlock: *sitting at the microscope*
  • Pathologist: *watching Molly*
  • Pathologist: *nudges Sherlock; whispering* Wow, she's really cute...isn't she?
  • Sherlock: *working* Mmm *frowns* Who?
  • Pathologist: *nods at Molly* Doctor Holmes.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Ahh.
  • Pathologist: *nonchalant* Do you know if she's single?
  • Sherlock: Ummm...
  • Pathologist: *ogling Molly's arse; distracted* Do you know or not?
  • Sherlock: I don't think you should waste your time *sees Molly moving closer* She's far too beautiful for you.
  • Pathologist: ...
  • Molly: *ruffles Sherlock's hair as she passes* Someone wants sex tonight.
  • Sherlock: *to her colleague; smug* I'm someone *shows his wedding ring* Sherlock Holmes, the husband.
  • Pathologist: ...
  • Pathologist: *flees*
  • Molly: *confused* What was that about?
  • Sherlock: *quickly* No idea. Lunch? *holds out his hand*
  • Molly: *holds his hand, grinning* Starving. But then, I am eating for two.

On the way to the club Jyunichi had a hood over him, his head low. He didn’t want people on the street knowing that the family man in Shivington stripped for money. But what was the point in hiding his face now? He already had a hunch that pretty much almost everyone he walked by knew of his occupation. They didn’t mention it, but the looks in their eyes said it all. Woman mentally undressing him and men on occasion looking at him with disdain for keeping their wives out so late to see him dance. He still tried to keep his face hidden either way. The least that could be done is getting the chance to avoid seeing said people face to face on the way to work.

Jyunichi had kept walking to the club though practically on autopilot as he wasn’t paying attention as to what was in front of him. He ended bumping into someone with a thud. He removed his hood to get a good look at he other, worried if the impact had them on the concrete floor. “M-my apologies.”