[John follows Sherlock's glance around the empty alley. No one poised to attack them right this second, which is good. Although it means there's also no one in earshot to call for help if John's new companion decides he'd like more than two pints of blood. If he decides he wants it all.
Wouldn't be so bad, says a part of John that he's been trying furiously to ignore since he got back from Afghanistan. He's no coward and living after the war doesn't frighten him. It just bores him. And whatever else this Sherlock Holmes is, he's not boring.
Definitely not boring.]
All right, then.
[He nods, coming to a decision and rolling up the sleeve of his coat and jumper until his forearm is bared to the moonlight.]</small]
So long as you stop after two pints. I'd like to be able to stagger home as much as you after this.
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Wouldn't be so bad, says a part of John that he's been trying furiously to ignore since he got back from Afghanistan. He's no coward and living after the war doesn't frighten him. It just bores him. And whatever else this Sherlock Holmes is, he's not boring.
Definitely not boring.]
All right, then.
[He nods, coming to a decision and rolling up the sleeve of his coat and jumper until his forearm is bared to the moonlight.]</small] So long as you stop after two pints. I'd like to be able to stagger home as much as you after this.