A Study In Sleep

Chapter. 25

*Very long chapter*

They entered the pub swiftly. The stench of fine wines, tobacco smoke and the old timber frames hit them intensely, almost making Greg sigh in relief.
"Just like usual.." he smiled as he guided Mycroft inside.

The place was well lit, looking very hipster with its original timber frame still standing and interestingly old looking lamps fixated to the walls. Almost as if they had stepped back in time to a century earlier.

"It's relaxing here.." the yarder remarked, moving them to a small booth near the bar against the back wall. Taking a seat before patting the opposite with his foot from under the table, as a charming smile tugged at his lips,
"take a seat and we can decide what to eat..." he hummed softly, looking up at Mycroft.

The government stepped in after Greg, eyes widening at the sight and stench of alcohol, cigarette smoke and food cooking.

The place was warm and very different to where Mycroft had even been before but the change was certainly not unwelcome as he drifted behind Greg through the amber lit lights and old beamed ceilings.

He instantly smiled and sort of blushed as he took the seat opposite Greg, brushing come ash from the table before gazing over to Greg with admiring eyes.
“This is.. different. Extraordinary even... all this life in something so old...” he hummed as his wide eyes admired the building itself."
"I thought you'd like it.." Greg hummed softly, admiringly looking into the Auburn's grey coloured eyes. Turning to the menus before passing one to Mycroft and held one up himself. Hiding behind it cheekily.

There didn't see much written on the folded cardboard, which was the menu.

"What would you like?" The yarder asked, peering over it curiously to look at the official. His eyes, as brown as chocolate, gleaming at him warmly.

Mycroft was unaware of Greg gazing at him as his own eyes gazed over the pub. He soon turned back, picking up the menu as he glanced over it, frowning at the minimal choice and frankly poor choice but of course, he would go for it, wanting to go out of his comfort zone. As soon as Greg said this he glanced up, meeting his big brown eyes, full of soul and warmth and he couldn’t help but blush slightly with a smile.
“Um... ah.. well... pub food isn’t my first choice of cuisine however, I am willing to try a bit of he macaroni cheese. I love cheese.” He pointed out as he closed the menu, placing it gently back onto the table.

"Brilliant," Greg smiled, placing his menu back with Mycroft's, before getting up and getting his wallet out of his pocket,
"What drink would you like?" He asked, getting a twenty pound note from his wallet and put his wallet back into his pocket. Smiling at the official warmly once more.

Mycroft watched as Greg got out his wallet and a twenty pound note, eyes wondering a little as he frowned.
“Who says you’re paying?” He asked with a frown. Considering it was Mycroft’s offer to take him out for dinner, he was going to pay like the gentlemen he is.
"I-I thought.." Greg looked back at Mycroft, his cheeks catching fire, then cleared his throat. Smiling sheepishly.

Mycroft got to his feet, tugging down his suit curtly with a smile as he gazed to Greg with warm eyes.
“My treat for a... wonderful man.” He flirted slightly as he soon headed to the bar, deducing what Greg was having to drink and having to eat.
"I.. uh-" Greg's face flushed an even deeper pink, "are you sure?" He asked, putting his twenty pound note back into his wallet, "you really shouldn't make a fuss.." he took a seat back down.

Mycroft was gone by this point, politely ordering at the bar, with a straight back and a warm smile. He was unlike Sherlock in so many ways. Sherlock was small, blunt but kind hearted, passionate and full of energy he needed to spill on to John. Where as Mycroft was a gentleman, calm and collected, warm and homely. He soon ordered, heading back with two pints of beer for Greg and a large glass of red wine for himself. He sat opposite Greg work a warm smile and comforting eyes.
“Cheers.” He chuckled as he held his glass up to the foxy man.
"Cheers, my dear.." Greg grinned, toasting with Mycroft before taking a drink from his glass.