The Dark Case of Jack

Chapter Five B

Here's where the story splits, the main storyline will be the same but the romance will be different so choose one or choose both.

The A chapters are Sherlolly and the B chapters are johnlock.

This one is more comical than the A chapter but the B chapters get steamy in chapter 6B

I do not own BBC Sherlock but I'm open to possibilities.
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John arrived at the restaurant ten minutes earlier than planned. His tux fit perfectly, which didn't surprise him.

Sherlock seemed to possess a pluthra of information, although he had a tenency to routinely delete what he felt was unnecessary.

The fact that Sherlock felt John's measurements were important enough to keep in that database was both flattering and disconcerting.

The sound of a cabbie pulled John from his thoughts as he turned to see Mag stepping out of the back seat.

Her dress sparkled as she moved and appeared to be covered in those tiny discs that woman enjoyed having sewn on their clothes.

John personally thought they looked atrocious but considering that everyone felt the same about his jumpers he usually reserved his opinion.

"Hey Mag," John said as he smilled before giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

They linked arms and slowly walked toward the doors.

Mag looked around in excitement, her now short hair moving as she did.

"Did you cut your hair?" John asked as he looked at the short locks.

Giving the right side a light fluff, Mag smiled. "The stylist said it would look sassy yet professional."

John smiled tightly before replying, "er, right, well I'm sure a professional would know better than I."

Mac's smile wilted around the edges as she stopped walking. "You hate it."

John stopped and turned toward her, "I never said that it's just different is all."

Mag smiled brighter and resumed walking, for which John was grateful.

The Hostess took them to their seats and both a wine and champagne bottles were brought to choose from.

After a moment's hesitation, John chose the wine. Sure champagne was more romantic but the stuff always gave him a viscious headache.

Mag smiled as the bottle was opened, obviously not minding the choice.

After their glasses were filled, the bottle was placed in a bucket of ice and the flutes were taken away with the unwanted champagne.

John grabbed his glass, taking a sip of the dark red.

Mag, of course, swirled her glass around a few times before sipping delicately.

"Oh that's nice." she murmured before taking a bigger sip.

John smiled sheepishly, he had never been a connoisseur of wine. He preferred the clean burn of bourbon or whiskey with the occasional beer added.

His eyes wondered around the restaurant, landing on a familiar face.

Sitting on the other side was none other than Sherlock Holmes.

John had half a mind to get up and ask what the deal was but the detective was not sitting alone and John had no wish to cause a scene.

The server appeared and took their orders, Mag had the quail and John had asked for fillet minion.