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darnedchildSummary: Fandom Christmas in July 2020 drabble: July 3 - prompt "Not knowing the punch/eggnog was spiked"
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
I Can Handle My Eggnog
3. Prompt - Not knowing the punch/eggnog was spiked
Fandom – Sherlock
Ship – Sherlolly, Sherlock/Molly, Sherlock & John
Title – I Can Handle My Eggnog
“It’s not fair.”
“I know, mate.”
“It’s just not fair. You’ve got Mary.”
“Yeah. I’m a lucky bloke.”
“Mary who is worth two, no three, of you—”
“Oi!”
“And somehow you got her. And here I am, being me—”
“That may be part of your problem.”
“And Molly chose him.”
“All right. No more eggnog for you, my friend. I have no idea how I’m going to get you up the stairs when we get to Baker Street. You’re practically dead weight. Might just leave you in front of Mrs Hudson’s door and run.”
“I can handle my eggnog!”
“Not after Greg’s gotten hold of it. How did you not taste the rum?”
“Stop trying to distract me, John. This is very important. Very.”
“Fine. Easy fix. Have you told her how you feel?”
“Why on earth would I do that? This isn’t about my feelings for Molly. Which I do not have.”
“How silly of me.”
“She deserves to be happy. I could make her happy. Right?”
“If you love her, yeah, I think you could.”
“You’re right. I could. I can. I’m going to be sick.”
“You’re not going to remember a word of this tomorrow, are you?”
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
I Can Handle My Eggnog
3. Prompt - Not knowing the punch/eggnog was spiked
Fandom – Sherlock
Ship – Sherlolly, Sherlock/Molly, Sherlock & John
Title – I Can Handle My Eggnog
“It’s not fair.”
“I know, mate.”
“It’s just not fair. You’ve got Mary.”
“Yeah. I’m a lucky bloke.”
“Mary who is worth two, no three, of you—”
“Oi!”
“And somehow you got her. And here I am, being me—”
“That may be part of your problem.”
“And Molly chose him.”
“All right. No more eggnog for you, my friend. I have no idea how I’m going to get you up the stairs when we get to Baker Street. You’re practically dead weight. Might just leave you in front of Mrs Hudson’s door and run.”
“I can handle my eggnog!”
“Not after Greg’s gotten hold of it. How did you not taste the rum?”
“Stop trying to distract me, John. This is very important. Very.”
“Fine. Easy fix. Have you told her how you feel?”
“Why on earth would I do that? This isn’t about my feelings for Molly. Which I do not have.”
“How silly of me.”
“She deserves to be happy. I could make her happy. Right?”
“If you love her, yeah, I think you could.”
“You’re right. I could. I can. I’m going to be sick.”
“You’re not going to remember a word of this tomorrow, are you?”