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A new club in London, and Holmes didn't often commit himself instantly but he knew the rich, reliable owner....
It was orient themed, all silks and oranges, reds, and black.
It was simply a rectangular room, sofas and chairs by little tables near the entrance, then at the very back either side of the lift, there were those magnificent dancers whom twine themselves in long pieces of silk, spinning impossibly. Women walked around with hot sake and there was a small bar mid-way to the right. Mind you, you had to pick a side as in the middle of the room going almost entirely from the front to back was an aquarium filled with tropical fish and one eel.
The eldest Holmes could see how they had crushed in Thai, Japanese, and Chinese designs and themes all in one malformed Asain club.
Not that many, if any, of the customers would notice, or care.
The lift took you to the upper levels for rooms, or downstairs for those searching for the more.......*cough* assertive escorts.
Also, many of the women here specialised in styles from the East.
(Notes: This is pre-Koren, and....*cough* well...........all I can say is enter Miss Adler stage left.
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It was orient themed, all silks and oranges, reds, and black.
It was simply a rectangular room, sofas and chairs by little tables near the entrance, then at the very back either side of the lift, there were those magnificent dancers whom twine themselves in long pieces of silk, spinning impossibly. Women walked around with hot sake and there was a small bar mid-way to the right. Mind you, you had to pick a side as in the middle of the room going almost entirely from the front to back was an aquarium filled with tropical fish and one eel.
The eldest Holmes could see how they had crushed in Thai, Japanese, and Chinese designs and themes all in one malformed Asain club.
Not that many, if any, of the customers would notice, or care.
The lift took you to the upper levels for rooms, or downstairs for those searching for the more.......*cough* assertive escorts.
Also, many of the women here specialised in styles from the East.
(Notes: This is pre-Koren, and....*cough* well...........all I can say is enter Miss Adler stage left.
)
(OOC: Please Help My Sister)
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When in doubt....drink.
Okay so he hadn't meant to start one of his binges this time which was, indeed, the difference.
But when he knocked on Koren's door, and he saw her face again and just stared at her, allowing her to see that he was still hurting inside for her, he wished he was a lot more drunk than he actually was.
He wished he could blame the alcohol.
But he was tipsy only.
Greg would be wondering where he was.
Read texts sat in Mycroft's phone but he had not replied.
Could not bring himself to lie to Gregory.
His Greg.
That this woman could still enchant him with such ease, even when she did not mean to.
A Very Moriarty Birthday
Mycroft looked at the calender on his phone a few days before hand and noticed, with an uncomfortable squirm of emotion, that it was soon to be Koren's birthday.
By default this meant it was her brother's too and he made a mental note to attempt to ruin it for him but spent the next few days deciding quite what was to be done. Koren was still a friend to him now...no?
Despite the fact the only thing keeping him from throwing her in jail was the....nature, of their relationship.
He did not quite feel like meeting her for many reasons and so decided upon a bag of coffee and another bag of hot chocolate bought from the Gilded Lily where they
An Apology is sometimes Worse than a Grudge
Mycroft loved Lestrade.
He did and he had said he did.
He meant it.
He would not have been through all that denial and hesitance otherwise.
Mycroft loved him and cared for him and owed so much to him and no other could do what Greg did but.....something squirmed in him; burned in him.
That little ember that had stayed from a long and fiery relationship.
Koren Moriarty.
A powerful woman; a woman to replace all women and she had apologised to him.
It....it shook the power balance that once was.
Their relationship had started in a struggle to assert dominance and always had and she had crushed him and walked away.
He could have perhap
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Irene sat at the little bar, clad in her-rather expensive-red and black silk kimono with gold, threaded foliage across the sleeves and a gold dragon emblazoned on the back. It didn't fall much further than the top of her knees and wasn't exactly the best at keeping her decency. On her feet were flat, wicker sandals and her hair was tied loosely in a bun with a hair-tie sporting a lotus flower. A few strands of hair fell down the back of her neck and the sides of her face.
She took a sip of her sake with a smile. In her mind she prayed for some way to pass the time. Something interesting, and perhaps a bit crazy. That would be nice.
((Question! You say this is 'pre-koren'. Does that mean that it's a bit far back in the past? Do Irene and Mycroft know each other?))
She took a sip of her sake with a smile. In her mind she prayed for some way to pass the time. Something interesting, and perhaps a bit crazy. That would be nice.
((Question! You say this is 'pre-koren'. Does that mean that it's a bit far back in the past? Do Irene and Mycroft know each other?))