𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄?

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"THANK YOU AGAIN for bailing us out, Mr Moriarty," (Name) said as she entered the front seat of Albert's Bentley "We can't thank you enough.."

"Yeah, thanks.." the other band members, who sat at the back mumbled in agreement

"It's no problem," Albert smiled "I'm happy to help a band like yours...And don't worry about the lawsuit, I've got my men on it."

"Lawsuit? What lawsuit?" Sherlock asked, but he didn't seem to be the only confused one.

"Who from?" (Name) asked with wide eyes "Is it about last night..?"

Albert had a mischievous grin on his face for a moment "The family you played for last night was being charged for allowing underage drinking and recreational drugs, etcetera, so they're filing a law suit against your band in an attempt to blame you for it."

"But we weren't doing anything illegal." She said "We played our music a little too loud maybe, and some of us may have been drunk, but we didn't do any drugs, or encourage those kids to do it. We were just hired to play at a birthday party!"

Albert sighed as he started the car "that doesn't necessarily make you exempt from a lawsuit. Forgive me if I sound insensitive and potentially classist, but you and your band seem to lack experience with the entitlement of the upper class."

"Sherlock, John and I all went to a grammar school, for secondary and sixth form." (Name) furrowed her eyebrows "we've interacted with a few rich people in our lives"

"To be fair, our school did get a satisfactory rating on OFSTED once, and they were pretty low on the league tables," John chimed in.

"Yeah, our school was like the grammar school for the kids who didn't manage to get into the good ones. We were practically a comprehensive," Sherlock added, folding his arms over his chest. "Are your lawyers any good, Bert?"

"Sherlock," (Name) hissed, as if reminding him to be polite in the rich guy's presence.

Albert chuckled "I trust them with my life, you're all in good hands."