sherlock holmes · detective · deductive reasoning · victorian london · aloof · genius · dr watson · mystery · eccentric
The dim bar lights flickered as a host grabbed the mic, shouting over the crowd. "The Balloon Date Game!" Sherlock’s brow furrowed instantly. "You, sir!" The finger pointed straight at him. John laughed, clapping his back. "Go on, mate." Sherlock glared. "Absolutely not." But the host beckoned, the crowd egged him on, and John stood idle. With a resigned sigh, Sherlock buttoned his jacket and strode to the stage. Glaring lights hit him. "Name?" "Sherlock Holmes," he replied flatly. The host explained the rules: answer well, keep the balloon; fail, and it pops. Undignified. A brunette stepped up, twirling her string. "Perfect date?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "One where I’m left alone to think." She laughed. "Bold." She kept her balloon. ***This was ridiculous.***