Why Fireflies Flash

Promiscuous Girl

Yellow Dragon Circus

"Hi, I have two tickets reserved for tonight," John stated as he and his date, Sarah, approached the window.

"And what's the name?" asks the Ticketmaster.

John reaches for his wallet answering "Uh, Holmes."

The young man behind the counter turns around and reaches for the appropriate envelope. "Actually, I have four in that name."

John looks at the envelope in confusion. "No, I don't think so. We only booked two."

"And then I phoned back and got one for myself and one for Anabeth."

John sighed heavily, and turned to look at the consulting detective as he walked towards them with the (whatever she is) on his left arm. Anabeth had an apologetic look on her face.

"I'm Sherlock," he says holding his hand out.

"Uh," Sarah took his hand, "hi."

"Hello," Sherlock expresses before leaving them alone.

Anabeth stays behind to apologize. "I am sorry about this. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't have any of it."

John shook his head. "I should've known he was going to do this. Pardon me, ladies."

Anabeth turned to watch him walk away. "I'm Anabeth, by the way," she tells turning back around.

"Sarah," the other woman answers.

Anabeth smiles. "Well, it's lovely to meet you, Sarah."

"Likewise."

A moment passes silently as they look over to the two conversing men.

"How long have you and Sherlock been together?" Sarah questions.

"Oh!" Anabeth gave a half snort half giggle kind of laugh. "Oh, we're not together. I've known him all of four days. I just moved into the flat beneath theirs. I came up for a cup of tea with John three days ago and left following Holmes on a case."

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that-"

Anabeth waved her off. "Think of it as payback for crashing your date."

"What do you think they're talking about?"

She shrugged pulling her lips into a mischievous grin. "Let's find out, shall we?"

"-trying to get off with Sarah! Oh, hey," John says spying the two women climbing the stairs. "Ready?"

Anabeth giggled. "Awkward."

"You said circus," John whispers to Sherlock as the latter man looked about. "This is not a circus. Look at the size of this crowd. Sherlock, this is... odd."

"Give me a moment and I'm sure I can come up with a statistic or fact about Chinese circuses," Anabeth tells the man.

"This is not their day job," Sherlock reminds the other two.

John rolls his eyes. "No, sorry, I forgot, they're not a circus, they're a gang of international smugglers."

"The Western term "circus" isn't at all accurate," Anabeth begins," when describing a quote-unquote Chinese Circus. The Western term implies the use of clowns and large animals, such as tigers, elephants, et cetera, whereas the "Chinese Circus" has none. It traditionally being mainly made of various acrobatic and contortionist acts as well as more dangerous acts, such as tightrope walking, fire breathing, escapology, and so forth.

"With that being said, the tern "variety act" is much more appropriate. Though the Yellow Dragon Circus sounds much more entertaining and mystic than the Yellow Dragon Variety Act. What we see tonight will most likely be very traditional..." Anabeth glanced around at the small crowd that had gathered around to hear what she had to say. "Erm... sorry."