Mickey can keep his damn park thank you very much.

[danno_williams]

WHO | Danny Williams and John Watson [Closed]
WHAT | John and Danny eat popcorn and accidently catch Sherlock's death on TV.
WHEN | Right before Sherlock DIES.
WHERE | Suite 02.
WARNINGS / NOTES | John and Danny sorta MSTing the death of Sherlock? Danny stealth checking up oh John since Sherlock isn't around and would be shit at it anyway.

Danny had pulled out a beer, and one of the cheese trays because yeah, who didn't like cheese? He half listened to the games in the background as he half listened drone of the obnoxiousness announcer. He mostly wanted to know how Sherlock was faring.

He'd known John had died and he'd hoped the mad had gotten the invite he'd sent with one of the Avoxes. God he hated using them but he sorta figured that they were here, and he couldn't do anything about it. He was as much as a toy as they were, so the least he could do was be a good master? Because, in a way they were all slaves, he just somehow had a slightly higher rank then they did.

In any case, he leaned back in the chair and half watched. Just waiting and watching.

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[drpsychosomatic]

John hadn't really wanted to accept the invitation for a number of reasons. Firstly, he wasn't really over his death- would he ever be? He wasn't sure. The nightmares had faded out from his life after he moved into 221B, but now they were back with a vengeance. He'd woken again this morning with the bitter taste of sand and bile at the back of his throat, fresh as if he'd been snatched from Helmund, fingers clutching his stomach as if trying to hold his insides in. Later he limped, slightly, when he walked.
Beyond his horror over his death, he wasn't sure he wanted to share his anxiety for Sherlock with anyone else. He would have to watch- he couldn't help that, there was no way he could deal with not knowing- but sharing the experience meant someone would be watching him, too. Assessing him. He didn't like the thought of that.

Still, he found himself at the familiar door to the District 2 suite, clutching a bottle of wine. It seemed like the thing to do. He shifted uncomfortably as an avox showed him inside and cleared his throat.

[danno_williams]

Danny stood up from where he was watching some poor schmuck run around looking for food while the idiot announcer blathered on. Good, John had showed up.

"Welcome to the House of Horrors, come have a seat, eat some food drink some beer. Because this sucks so we might as well try and have a good time."

Yep, Danny was in random babble mode. If he thought to much about what it all meant he'd go crazy. He continued in a more sober fashion. Taking the wine out of John's hands and sticking it on the counter.

He glanced at John, "The thing is, is that our overlords expect us to watch the rest of the games and then be able to talk about them in that fucking interview. So, I figure, you and me and some alcohol here is better than one of those fucking parties with the idiots."

[drpsychosomatic]

He didn't quite know what to do in the face of such obvious chatter as distraction, simply nodding, wetting his lips.
"I never was too good at parties," he offered once there was sufficient pause. "I'll have a beer, if you've got one?"

[danno_williams]

Danny just nodded and went to pull one out. "They're really ridiculous too. Theme parties on steroids with attendees that have never heard of tact, let alone PTSD."

He handed the beer to John as he walked back to the couch and picked up the tray of food.

"Cheese?"

[drpsychosomatic]

"Yeah, I will, thanks," he said, accepting the beer and grabbing a couple snacks. "What have I missed? Did they show--"
Sherlock, he meant to say. But it seemed a little too desperate- so he simply knocked back a mouthful of beer and swallowed it with a grimace.