[Of course Sherlock had run off without bothering to explain where he was going. He'd just given him the look and then he was off like lightning to god only knows where.
John followed as best he could - (Yet another Sherlock-provided excuse to shout the words 'follow that cab!') - but by the time they got to the party, John was immediately at a loss. There was no way there were going to let him in, and no way that he could convince them to.
Right.
He slipped away, pulling to the side about half a block down. Sherlock was obviously long inside, John just had to wait for the right moment... There, the duchess. Everyone was distracted. No one would notice as he slipped in behind them - - and straight into a party where everyone was a lot better dressed than he was. He pulled into a side room and fumbled out his telephone.
A text:]
Right. Sherlock. No thanks to you, I'm finally here. Where the hell are you?
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John followed as best he could - (Yet another Sherlock-provided excuse to shout the words 'follow that cab!') - but by the time they got to the party, John was immediately at a loss. There was no way there were going to let him in, and no way that he could convince them to.
Right.
He slipped away, pulling to the side about half a block down. Sherlock was obviously long inside, John just had to wait for the right moment... There, the duchess. Everyone was distracted. No one would notice as he slipped in behind them - - and straight into a party where everyone was a lot better dressed than he was. He pulled into a side room and fumbled out his telephone.
A text:]
Right. Sherlock. No thanks to you, I'm finally here. Where the hell are you?