Blending In (Johnlock)

Blending in pt2

John led the way in to one of London’s most hip gay night clubs and head straight for the bar. To say he was feeling self-conscious was an understatement, Sherlock had dressed him in a very similar way to himself and it didn’t leave much to the imagination.

He looked to Sherlock for a drinks order but a shake of his head reminded John that the consulting detective would never drink while on a case. Well that didn’t mean he couldn’t drink!

While John ordered a nice cold beverage from the bar, Sherlock took a moment to survey the scene. He was very anxious not to be caught by Julian, whom he wanted to find in a very compromising position this evening. Not seeing the object of his mission, he took a seat next to John at the bar.

“Cheers!” John raised his glass to his friend and took a sip.

“According to our source, Julian usually arrives at about 11pm and takes a certain booth in the corner at the back of the bar, next to a cigarette machine.” Sherlock relayed to John.

John checked his watch “That’s in about… 20 minutes.”

Sherlock jumped up without warning and strode off, leaving John quickly scrambling to follow him.

“Nice bar Sherlock, very relaxed, shame about the music…” John winced as an S Club medley began to play.

“Otherwise a good venue for a drink…” he tailed off as he realised Sherlock wasn’t listening but intently observing everything around him.

The doctor sighed… often his conversations with Sherlock were completely one-sided and here he was… on a Saturday night… in a gay bar… with his eccentric companion. How did his life lead him here?

“We don’t want to sit too close to Julian’s table but we also want to be able to observe him easily…” Sherlock mused, making John jump and almost spill his drink.

The detective looked around from his superior height.

“Ah! There we are.”

John followed obediently to the booth Sherlock had selected. He felt more comfortable sitting behind a table in a secluded booth and began to relax, scanning the crowd for the unfaithful Julian.

11pm came…

11:15…

11:30…

John was just starting to think that maybe this Julian wasn’t going to put in a show this evening, when Sherlock suddenly stiffened.

“What is it? Can you see him Sherlock?”

“Shit!”

“What?”

“He’s coming this way” Sherlock looked as panicked as he ever looked.  He turned to John to hide his face from the orange glow that was Julian Sheer heading to his booth, taking a path that would go right past them. “We can’t be seen. We’ll never get the proof we need if we’re seen.”

“Just relax.” John reassured “He’s not expecting to see us here, just hide your face from view. Like you said, we’ll hopefully blend in and he won’t notice us.”

“That’s it!” Sherlock face showed he’d had one of his eureka moments. “We need to blend in more!”

“John… kiss me.” He said very calmly, like he was asking John to pass the salt.

“Woah!” Shouted John “This isn’t what I signed up for this evening. There’s blending in and then there’s…. blending in!”

Sherlock spoke very quickly “John we don’t have much time. He won’t look twice at us if we’re kissing, no-one stares at people kissing. Just do it.”

“No way!” John started leaning away from him.

Sherlock leaned forwards in to John’s space and whispered in a low voice “Look, he’s fast approaching. I NEED your help here, I don’t exactly have a lot of experience to draw on. Just get on with it before he sees us!”

Sherlock’s face was mere centimetres from his own, his piercing blue eyes staring him down.

“Or is there a good reason all your dates leave you so quickly?” he continued.