Matches my nails. Thank you. What ARE you doing today?
<3I.A.
Nothing interesting.
The violin, Playing with Gladstone and smoking.
SH
Would you like to come over? I can’t find Kate. You can bring Gladstone I have plenty of things for him to play with / chew on/ eat/ sleep on.
Matches my nails. Thank you. What ARE you doing today?
<3I.A.
I haven’t taken it off… you bloody ass. I found the earings again. Turns out the client i did paperwork with stole them. He’s an art theif and is now in jail. Guess I did some of your work while I was away <3I.A.
Oh it was so boring. Caught wind you are doing seating for the wedding? May I ask if I am invited? If you don’t wangt me to bring Anderson i can bring Kate. I’d compleatl;y understand. <3 I.A.
After my date with anderson i really didn’t want to go back to work, especially for a week.
But it was just a lot of talking and paper work. A dominatrix doing paper work? Yes.
Anyway i’m back and for some reason there are five packs of ciggerettes on my bed. I have a sneaking suspision someone is helping Sherlock quit…
Well hopefully I find something to do today.
<3 I.A
I’ll be back loves.
Don’t worry.
[[OOC: School started back up and some family shit started. Message for details if you are an RPer and I’ll tell you. Love you guys. Will be back shortly. Deff this weekend]]
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-Irene walked up to the resturaunt tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She was wearing navy blue and creame with silver and saphire jewalry. She looked around hoping to spot Anderson-
“Hi!” Anderson jogged up, looking more than a little flustered. He’d done something unusual with his hair, opting to push it out of his face instead of flat down to each side. He wore slacks—slightly the worse for wear, no doubt from kneeling at crime scenes on emergency call—and a light blue dress shirt. He stopped just short of her to catch his breath. “Sorry, I would’ve been here earlier, but…” Whatever excuse he’d prepared died on his lips as he took in her appearance. “But…”
“hello Mr. Anderson” Irene smiled and for the first time in a long time blushed. When was the last time someone had looked at her and appreciated beauty instead of desire. Or maybe this was some weird form of desire. Whatever it was she didn’t get it often and she sor of liked it. “It’s fine. I was running late myself. Holly, my maid, tripped and twisted her ankle. You look great.”
Anderson’s blush answered her own. He cursed, not for the first (nor, he was certain, for the last) time his inability to speak effectively around attractive women. “Th…That’s too bad, I hope she’s all right.” He offered his arm, inclining his head in the direction of the restaurant. “Shall we?” He mentally berated himself. He could see corpses laid out in any orientation and not so much as cringe, but put a pair of pretty eyes in front of him and he was a stuttering schoolboy.
Goodness, this man was so sweet. “of course” Irene smiled and laid her hand on his arm. Was that? He was MUSCULAR? Much different from the lanky frames she was used to. Sherlock hated this man, but he seemed so sweet and kind. Irene actually felt the genuine smiole sneak on her lips. She must admit. She texted Anderson to make Sherlock Jealous. Now she might actually like him. Only time could tell.
“Two, please,” Sam told the hostess, trying not to look too happy about it. She led them to a secluded table with a knowing smile, and he ducked his head to hide another blush. “I admit, I was surprised to get your invitation.” He pulled Irene’s chair out for her. “Surprised, but happy.”
Irene smiles and sits down “Thank you for accepting it. It’s not often I go on any real dates. In fact you’d probably laugh at the last ‘real one’ I was on” Irene folds her hands on her lap, watching Anderson as he went to sit down. Now she was getting curious. he was kind, he held out his arm for ladies, he pulled chairs out for them, he was even modest. What’s the catch?
Anderson’s lips quirked up in a slightly lopsided smile. “Well, we’re in the same boat there—the last real date I went on was in uni. Work doesn’t leave a lot of time for a personal life, I guess.” But now he was curious. “I don’t want to pry, but what was your last real date?”
She giggled slightly and smiled “well uhm” She didn’t want to outright say it was Sherlock. It might upset Anderson and possibly get back to Sherlock that she was a pathetic mess and couldn’t date after him. “You see the last date I went on, we went to the opera, followed by me falling into a giant puddle. I ruined my dress, shoes, and purse i had bought just for that evening. I had to go back to his place, wear his clothes, and searxh through my purse to try and see if anything was salvagable.” She ducked her head trying not to blush
Sam chuckled. “Sounds like a disaster, I hope the opera was good.” He liked her giggle. He wanted her to giggle more. He liked the way her nose wrinkled a little bit and her eyes lit up. “I wouldn’t go through that for anything less than Carmen.”
She laughed “it was about a ear ago. if you remember the one with the lady cheating on her husband and ended up causing a massacure. It was the only one my date would go to. it intriged him. it was good but the songs were…” she laughed ”Okay so the oprea was terrible. But the compony was nice” Her phone went off and she looked down “Oh! I thought it was off. Uhm. I’m sorry. Do you mind if I check that?”
A niggling suspicion had entered his mind, but he wasn’t going to put it to the test just yet. “Of course, take all the time you need.” Who would be intrigued by a massacre? Only one person he knew.
She looked down at her phone and raised her eyebrows in confusion. “my purse?” She set down her phone and reached into her purse and pulled out a box. “My friend, he placed a gift in-“ she opened it to find a ruby neacklace that matched the earings sherlock gave her so long ago. Sherlock had given her a ruby necklace, on the back it was engraved ‘the perfect woman’. She whispered under her breath without realizing it “Sherlock, you bastard.” Her tone was in awe. How the hell hadn’t she noticed?
Sam froze. Well. That was one suspicion confirmed, then. He wanted to heave a heavy, dramatic sigh, but he restrained himself. “Looks like somebody loves you.”
Irene suddenly gets angry, not at anderson (which is obvious) but at sherlock. ”No it looks like someone is being an ass and trying to get me to call off my date. He’s been guilt tripping me all day.” She closes the box and sets it back in her purse. She looks back trying to force a smile and lighten the ood ‘I am so sorry about that Mr. Anderson”
It would be so easy, Sam thought. So easy to fall into the familiar pattern of complaining about Holmes. Surely, he thought, Irene would be more than understanding given the circumstances. Might even join in…
But that wasn’t what she needed right now, and it wouldn’t help anything.
“It’s all right, everyone’s got an ex or two out there. One of the hazards of swimming at the deep end of the dating pool.” He smiled. “Let’s not let it ruin ours, yeah?”
Irene looked at him quizzically. He wasn’t going to complain?Not eve a little? “yeah…” She smiled. How well could this evening actually be?
-Irene walked up to the resturaunt tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She was wearing navy blue and creame with silver and saphire jewalry. She looked around hoping to spot Anderson-
“Hi!” Anderson jogged up, looking more than a little flustered. He’d done something unusual with his hair, opting to push it out of his face instead of flat down to each side. He wore slacks—slightly the worse for wear, no doubt from kneeling at crime scenes on emergency call—and a light blue dress shirt. He stopped just short of her to catch his breath. “Sorry, I would’ve been here earlier, but…” Whatever excuse he’d prepared died on his lips as he took in her appearance. “But…”
“hello Mr. Anderson” Irene smiled and for the first time in a long time blushed. When was the last time someone had looked at her and appreciated beauty instead of desire. Or maybe this was some weird form of desire. Whatever it was she didn’t get it often and she sor of liked it. “It’s fine. I was running late myself. Holly, my maid, tripped and twisted her ankle. You look great.”
Anderson’s blush answered her own. He cursed, not for the first (nor, he was certain, for the last) time his inability to speak effectively around attractive women. “Th…That’s too bad, I hope she’s all right.” He offered his arm, inclining his head in the direction of the restaurant. “Shall we?” He mentally berated himself. He could see corpses laid out in any orientation and not so much as cringe, but put a pair of pretty eyes in front of him and he was a stuttering schoolboy.
Goodness, this man was so sweet. “of course” Irene smiled and laid her hand on his arm. Was that? He was MUSCULAR? Much different from the lanky frames she was used to. Sherlock hated this man, but he seemed so sweet and kind. Irene actually felt the genuine smiole sneak on her lips. She must admit. She texted Anderson to make Sherlock Jealous. Now she might actually like him. Only time could tell.
“Two, please,” Sam told the hostess, trying not to look too happy about it. She led them to a secluded table with a knowing smile, and he ducked his head to hide another blush. “I admit, I was surprised to get your invitation.” He pulled Irene’s chair out for her. “Surprised, but happy.”
Irene smiles and sits down “Thank you for accepting it. It’s not often I go on any real dates. In fact you’d probably laugh at the last ‘real one’ I was on” Irene folds her hands on her lap, watching Anderson as he went to sit down. Now she was getting curious. he was kind, he held out his arm for ladies, he pulled chairs out for them, he was even modest. What’s the catch?
Anderson’s lips quirked up in a slightly lopsided smile. “Well, we’re in the same boat there—the last real date I went on was in uni. Work doesn’t leave a lot of time for a personal life, I guess.” But now he was curious. “I don’t want to pry, but what was your last real date?”
She giggled slightly and smiled “well uhm” She didn’t want to outright say it was Sherlock. It might upset Anderson and possibly get back to Sherlock that she was a pathetic mess and couldn’t date after him. “You see the last date I went on, we went to the opera, followed by me falling into a giant puddle. I ruined my dress, shoes, and purse i had bought just for that evening. I had to go back to his place, wear his clothes, and searxh through my purse to try and see if anything was salvagable.” She ducked her head trying not to blush
Sam chuckled. “Sounds like a disaster, I hope the opera was good.” He liked her giggle. He wanted her to giggle more. He liked the way her nose wrinkled a little bit and her eyes lit up. “I wouldn’t go through that for anything less than Carmen.”
She laughed “it was about a ear ago. if you remember the one with the lady cheating on her husband and ended up causing a massacure. It was the only one my date would go to. it intriged him. it was good but the songs were…” she laughed ”Okay so the oprea was terrible. But the compony was nice” Her phone went off and she looked down “Oh! I thought it was off. Uhm. I’m sorry. Do you mind if I check that?”
A niggling suspicion had entered his mind, but he wasn’t going to put it to the test just yet. “Of course, take all the time you need.” Who would be intrigued by a massacre? Only one person he knew.
She looked down at her phone and raised her eyebrows in confusion. “my purse?” She set down her phone and reached into her purse and pulled out a box. “My friend, he placed a gift in-“ she opened it to find a ruby neacklace that matched the earings sherlock gave her so long ago. Sherlock had given her a ruby necklace, on the back it was engraved ‘the perfect woman’. She whispered under her breath without realizing it “Sherlock, you bastard.” Her tone was in awe. How the hell hadn’t she noticed?
Sam froze. Well. That was one suspicion confirmed, then. He wanted to heave a heavy, dramatic sigh, but he restrained himself. “Looks like somebody loves you.”
Irene suddenly gets angry, not at anderson (which is obvious) but at sherlock. ”No it looks like someone is being an ass and trying to get me to call off my date. He’s been guilt tripping me all day.” She closes the box and sets it back in her purse. She looks back trying to force a smile and lighten the ood ‘I am so sorry about that Mr. Anderson”
-Irene walked up to the resturaunt tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She was wearing navy blue and creame with silver and saphire jewalry. She looked around hoping to spot Anderson-
“Hi!” Anderson jogged up, looking more than a little flustered. He’d done something unusual with his hair, opting to push it out of his face instead of flat down to each side. He wore slacks—slightly the worse for wear, no doubt from kneeling at crime scenes on emergency call—and a light blue dress shirt. He stopped just short of her to catch his breath. “Sorry, I would’ve been here earlier, but…” Whatever excuse he’d prepared died on his lips as he took in her appearance. “But…”
“hello Mr. Anderson” Irene smiled and for the first time in a long time blushed. When was the last time someone had looked at her and appreciated beauty instead of desire. Or maybe this was some weird form of desire. Whatever it was she didn’t get it often and she sor of liked it. “It’s fine. I was running late myself. Holly, my maid, tripped and twisted her ankle. You look great.”
Anderson’s blush answered her own. He cursed, not for the first (nor, he was certain, for the last) time his inability to speak effectively around attractive women. “Th…That’s too bad, I hope she’s all right.” He offered his arm, inclining his head in the direction of the restaurant. “Shall we?” He mentally berated himself. He could see corpses laid out in any orientation and not so much as cringe, but put a pair of pretty eyes in front of him and he was a stuttering schoolboy.
Goodness, this man was so sweet. “of course” Irene smiled and laid her hand on his arm. Was that? He was MUSCULAR? Much different from the lanky frames she was used to. Sherlock hated this man, but he seemed so sweet and kind. Irene actually felt the genuine smiole sneak on her lips. She must admit. She texted Anderson to make Sherlock Jealous. Now she might actually like him. Only time could tell.
“Two, please,” Sam told the hostess, trying not to look too happy about it. She led them to a secluded table with a knowing smile, and he ducked his head to hide another blush. “I admit, I was surprised to get your invitation.” He pulled Irene’s chair out for her. “Surprised, but happy.”
Irene smiles and sits down “Thank you for accepting it. It’s not often I go on any real dates. In fact you’d probably laugh at the last ‘real one’ I was on” Irene folds her hands on her lap, watching Anderson as he went to sit down. Now she was getting curious. he was kind, he held out his arm for ladies, he pulled chairs out for them, he was even modest. What’s the catch?
Anderson’s lips quirked up in a slightly lopsided smile. “Well, we’re in the same boat there—the last real date I went on was in uni. Work doesn’t leave a lot of time for a personal life, I guess.” But now he was curious. “I don’t want to pry, but what was your last real date?”
She giggled slightly and smiled “well uhm” She didn’t want to outright say it was Sherlock. It might upset Anderson and possibly get back to Sherlock that she was a pathetic mess and couldn’t date after him. “You see the last date I went on, we went to the opera, followed by me falling into a giant puddle. I ruined my dress, shoes, and purse i had bought just for that evening. I had to go back to his place, wear his clothes, and searxh through my purse to try and see if anything was salvagable.” She ducked her head trying not to blush
Sam chuckled. “Sounds like a disaster, I hope the opera was good.” He liked her giggle. He wanted her to giggle more. He liked the way her nose wrinkled a little bit and her eyes lit up. “I wouldn’t go through that for anything less than Carmen.”
She laughed “it was about a ear ago. if you remember the one with the lady cheating on her husband and ended up causing a massacure. It was the only one my date would go to. it intriged him. it was good but the songs were…” she laughed ”Okay so the oprea was terrible. But the compony was nice” Her phone went off and she looked down “Oh! I thought it was off. Uhm. I’m sorry. Do you mind if I check that?”
A niggling suspicion had entered his mind, but he wasn’t going to put it to the test just yet. “Of course, take all the time you need.” Who would be intrigued by a massacre? Only one person he knew.
She looked down at her phone and raised her eyebrows in confusion. “my purse?” She set down her phone and reached into her purse and pulled out a box. “My friend, he placed a gift in-“ she opened it to find a ruby neacklace that matched the earings sherlock gave her so long ago. Sherlock had given her a ruby necklace, on the back it was engraved ‘the perfect woman’. She whispered under her breath without realizing it “Sherlock, you bastard.” Her tone was in awe. How the hell hadn’t she noticed?
