Loving the Insane (Moriarty Fanfic)

Celebration Nights Part One

Chapter Nine

Celebration Nights Part One

Sherlock hailed a cab and it was surprising to see that he was almost more excited than John. On the way to wherever Sherlock and John were taking me, I stared out the window, watching the lit-up streets of London pass by. A bright, purple sign came into view and our cab stopped right in front of it.

We all got out of the cab and I inhaled the strong smell of alcohol. "We're celebrating at....a pub?" I said, although it was more of a question then a statement. "You guys know I don't drink."

"Yes, yes we know," John said casually whilst dragging me into the bar.

I'd never actually been inside a bar since I don't drink, so I wasn't sure what kind of experience to expect. Sherlock and John seemed all too comfortable with the situation and ordered some Gin for me. I sat down on one of the barstools near the door in case I wanted to make a run for it.

The place was outright gaudy. It had dark lights and music boomed from every corner. The wallpaper was torn and alcohol was spilled all over the ground. That's an English pub for ya. I was waiting at the bar for the two drinks Sherlock and John ordered, which they then obliged me to grab for them. I thought about pouring out my drink into a nearby planter since they weren't looking, but before I could, a skinny, muscly man with blonde hair and sunglasses sat down next to me. His breath reeked of beer each time he exhaled and when he looked over at me, he bared a sort of evil smirk that I knew wasn't a good sign. "What's a young, pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" He asked menacingly.

"I'm actually...uh...not alone," I stuttered. "My friends are over there."

I looked behind me to see Sherlock and John in the same place as before, cackling in hysterics. When I turned back around, the drunk man's face was only inches from mine. I squealed and jumped back a bit. "Your hair smells good," he slurred his words creepily as he began to walk towards me.

I backed away but he kept walking forward. "Look, I am... uh... really... flattered and--" I was cut off when I tripped over someone's foot and landed on my back.

I could feel cold, wet alcohol from the ground soaking through my shirt and I shuddered. The man had a glint of desire in his eyes that made me fear him greatly. He chuckled, "A girl as clumsy as you must want to go home."

I stood up and quickly backed away, but the man clutched onto my arm. I tried shaking his hand off, but he had a strong grip. "You need to come with me, Mycroft's orders."

I stopped moving and looked up at the man. "How do you know Mycroft?" I asked suspiciously.

"Sorry for the fright, Mrs. Jones. I had to create an act to keep from arousing suspicion. I'm one of his agents and he wants you to come with me immediately, you're not safe here."

I wanted to believe the man, but something about him was untrustworthy. "I don't need to go anywhere. I'm safe where I am," I spun around and ran to where I last saw Sherlock and John.

I didn't look back to see if the strange man was following me or not, but I could hear his footsteps following mine. It would be no use screaming either since everyone in the pub was drunk, even the bartender. I looked back to where Sherlock and John were last to see they were no longer there. I gaped at their empty seats and I felt like crying.

I kept calm and focused on breathing as I raced through the pub, hiding behind random drunk people whenever the strange man's gaze came my way. I was out of breath when finally I spotted the two, drunk retards over at the Poker table. John was smirking over Sherlock's shoulder and it was obvious he was winning. A big, brutish man on the other side of the table was about to push a huge pile of chips into the center when Sherlock spoke up, "Ooh, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

The man tried scanning Sherlock's expression for any sign of a bluff, but their was none. "Oi, I still think you're bluffin'" the man challenged in a thick, cockneye accent.

The man pushed in all of his chips and Sherlock did as well. The man threw his cards down, revealing four Aces and a King, a four-of-a-kind.

Sherlock slammed his cards down on the table with one hand, simultaneously grabbing all of the chips on the center table with the other......an Ace, Queen, King, Jack, and a Ten.....A Royal Flush!

"Boom, in your face!" Sherlock taunted the man.

The man stood up and walked towards Sherlock, swinging a punch that he easily dodged. "Oh, you wanna fight now. You wanna fight this," Sherlock asked, pointing to his nose.

He began throwing random punches in the air when he got close to hitting the guy, but John and I intervened, pulling him away and out of the pub to hail a cab.. As Sherlock and John sat on a bench, talking and giggling about who knows what as we waited for a cab to pass by, I looked back into the pub to see the supposed agent of Mycroft's was staring at me.

We held eye contact for a while until a honk from behind me caused me to jump and a cabbie asked us if we needed a ride. I nodded and thanked him before shoving Sherlock and John into the cab and heading back to Baker Street.

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Well, there is the ninth chapter and OH MY CROFT we are only one chapter away from the tenth chapter......then things are going to get real interesting...... 😏

Please vote and comment your answers! 😘 Sorry I had to put this chapter in different parts because of how long it was written. You guys should've seen it!!! It was soo long!!! Anyways.....

So there's an awesome pic of Jim either at the top or to the right, so take in the sexiness.....if you dare.... 😍

Hope you little criminals loved the chapter and can't wait for the next one!!

Bun byee!! 💁🏻💘🔫
~Autumn
And Gillian (TheCandyCutie21)

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