Speaking of denial...
Sherlock drabble, S/J, PG, cracktastic. Oh, I've got it bad.
‘You know what ish funny?’
Head on table, Sherlock looked at John. Six malt whiskies affected even exemplary brain cells.
‘What?’ he said, with difficulty. John giggled into his seventh glass.
‘Mishush Hudson. She says, she’s not our housekeeper. Okay, so she doesn’t do the vacuuming, but she totally IS.’
Sherlock giggled in his turn. ‘I know! I know!’
‘Right.’ John set the glass on the table and opened his laptop. ‘Got blog to do. Oh God, Harry’s sho stupid. How many times musht I tell people? I’m not gay!’
Sherlock beamed into his whisky. ‘She totally is,’ he agreed.
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