The Book Keeper ~ BookStore AU ~ Johnlock

Chapter 6

howdy folks it is the story that has been neglected for like ever yippee ki yay motherfuckers

okay well on my A/N some people commented (the ppl this is dedicated to) and i felt like crap so here is me

me

okay well [claps hands together awkwardly] without further adue, THE BOOK KEEPER [dramatic mega boom]

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The first thing John smelt upon entering the bar was the smell.

Well, okay. Maybe not the smell, but even in his head John didn't think he would admit that. So for now, we're just sticking with the smell.

The second thing he noticed, was the tall man with brown, borerline black hair. Sherlock. 

It had been a bit since he had actually seen Sherlock in the small bookstore, but that doesn't mean the taller man was forgotten.

Lost in thought, he was startled by a hand gripping his forearm. He looked down at the hand and quickly realized it belonged to Molly, and he realized that he must've zoned out in the doorway by the look his friend was giving him. 

"Sorry," he muttered awkwardly, giving an apologetic smile. Her eyebrows unfurrowed and she smiled back gently, nodding,

"It's alright. Well, why don't I introduce you to everyone?" she offered, removing her hand from the blondes arm.

"Yeah," John replied, nodding. He lifted his head from where he was looking down at his slightly shorter hostess, in trade of looking around the room.

The first thing that caught his eye was Sherlock. Now, let's be honest here. John had never had eyes for another male. Ever. But there was just something about the other man that made him feel--

He was knocked from that train of thought by Molly's hand on his upper back, guiding him to a man holding a beer bottle, talking animatedly with an african-american woman with curly hair.

"This is Greg Lestrade," Molly gestured her hand to, Greg, and Greg turned his head to look at John. "He's a detective."

"A lousy one!" they heard from across the room, and John smirked, recognizing the voice to belong to a certain customer of his.

"Oi! Watch your mouth, Sherly," the detective mocked, cocking his head out slightly. And, if the disgruntedled huff was anything to go by, the mocking didn't go unrecognized.

Greg then turned his attention back to John and smiled, offering his hand that didn't have the beer in it.

"Nice to meetcha, mate. SHerlock over there can be a pain in the arse, so watch out for him." Greg advised, smirking slightly.

John let out a snicker. "Will do."

After meeting everyone, the two finally made their was to Sherlock. John was introduced to Sally, a sassy woman who definitely liked to talk smack about Sherlock, Anderson, who, was not the best either.

"Sherlock," Molly chirped, visually cheering up in the man's precense. "This is John, my friend. He work's at the bookstore down the way."

Sherlock looked away from the book he was inspecting in his hands up to John and Molly, who were standing in front of his table.

"Ah, yes. I've met John before, down at your shop." Sherlock responded to Molly's inquiry, nodding slightly, and setting donw his book. "Nice to meet you once again." 

John offered his hand, smiling. "Same, Mr. Holmes."

"Oh, Sherlock, please." Sherlock took the offered hand and shook it, looking John in the eyes.

Yeesh, John thought internally. His eyes were- wow. They weren't really one color, so John couldn't place it in his brainpan. How he would describe them though was, well, probably...

It was like the colors blue, gold and green were all splattered randomly on a piece of paper, and the colors ran, creating this perfect mixture of them all. Not blended, but just right.

John snapped out of staring into the other's eyes and removed his hand reluctently. This was Molly's chance with Sherlock, and even if John felt some sort of odd liking for the dark haired man, he wouldn't ruin the chance for Molly. He wanted to see her happy, she deserved it, after all.

I mean, don't we all?

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okay well... end of that chapter. I have some ideas for next chap so, yeah! have this vuv