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From: John Watson
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Rich you where her

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: John Watson

???

 

From: John Watson
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Going to duck Shellac. Want you to hello

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: John Watson

Are you okay?

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: Sherlock Holmes

Is John okay? Is he still with you?

 

From: John Watson
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Okay!!!

 

From: Sherlock Holmes
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Mostly. Yes.

He is very drunk. I’ll take care of him.

We solved the case!

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: Sherlock Holmes

Congratulations!

 

From: John Watson
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Hes very hottt

So are you you should come!

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: John Watson

How about you come home instead, dear.

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: Sherlock Holmes

Wait.

This is John Watson we’re talking about. John I-was-in-the-army the-H-is-for-Hollow-Leg Watson. You’ve been gone for less than three hours. How many did he have?

 

From: Sherlock Holmes
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Are the children still asleep? Shaun’s been waking up at night sometimes recently. I wonder if it’s stress from having a new sibling.

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: Sherlock Holmes

They're fine, yes. How many did he have, Sherlock?

 

From: John Watson
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Sax. Plots of sax. Soft you

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: Sherlock Holmes

William Sherlock Scott Holmes, did you roofie our husband?

 

From: Sherlock Holmes
To: Mary Morstan Watson

No!

I would never!

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: Sherlock Holmes

Pull the other one, it’s got bells on.

 

From: Sherlock Holmes
To: Mary Morstan Watson

...Right.

But it wasn’t me this time! It was the suspect!

That was how I identified him, actually. Then John wrestled him to the ground and it was all very exciting and we called Lestrade and everything was settled.

But John had already drunk some of his and now he’s refusing to leave.

And being very handsy.

And loud.

 

From: John Watson
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Loveyour cock..

His cock

ASLI yous

.

 

From: Sherlock Holmes
To: Mary Morstan Watson

It’s nothing fatal, I promise. And the side effects should be entirely temporary.

He’ll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow, though. And probably not remember any of this.

Which may be all to the good, under the circumstances.

 

From: John Watson
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Naked him let me rough him

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: Sherlock Holmes

Can you at least take his phone?

 

From: Sherlock Holmes
To: Mary Morstan Watson

No. I’ve tried. He’s very stubborn.

So far as I can tell he’s not texting anyone but you, though.

(Instead he’s just announcing his intentions to half the pub.)

When it’s kicked in a little more I’ll get him into a cab and we’ll come home. It’s a good thing I’m stronger than I look.

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: Sherlock Holmes

Before any public indecency, I hope.

 

From: Sherlock Holmes
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Too late.

How about, with the minimum possible public indecency?

Normally I wouldn’t mind...

 

From: John Watson
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Nice sock

Mary?

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: John Watson

Yes?

 

From: John Watson
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Love love.

Home?

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: John Watson

I love you too.

Home sounds like a good idea.

 

From: John Watson
To: Mary Morstan Watson

Dsfhgjhhop

 

From: Sherlock Holmes
To: Mary Morstan Watson

And he’s out.

See you soon.

Thank god. Being the adult is exhausting.

 

From: Mary Morstan Watson
To: Sherlock Holmes

Knew you could do it if you had to. :-*