Flicking over to the other tab Sherlock hit 'refresh' on the browser for the 37th time that hour, watching impatiently as the 'Enquiries' page reloaded. The blog was where most of their private cases made the first point of contact, and he needed a new case. Naturally, 95% of cases got dismissed as too obvious and dull, but right now Sherlock was willing to take anything over a 5. Times were desperate.
As the page reloaded Sherlock's eyebrows jumped unexpectedly at the new message that had been posted.
Help regarding a new job
Dear Mr. Holmes,
I would very much appreciate your advice on a job I have been offered. Please don't dismiss my case as too mundane for you. I have left my email and mobile number for you to contact me.
Sherlock let out a dark chuckle before launching up from the couch and half throwing the laptop onto the sofa. "Pllleasse don't dismiss my case Mister Holmes, ugh!" he mimicked a whining girl who seemed think that solving their petty problems was more important than tracking down criminals. There was no one in the flat to hear him though. This wasn't even a 1; who did they think he was?
Now fuming, Sherlock knew only one person that could possibly cheer him up. And that person was currently on one of his infamous 'dates', probably ordering desert by now and trying his best attempt at flirting on a woman even more despicable than 'Violet Hunter'.
Pulling on his coat and scarf, Sherlock swooped down the stairs and hailed a cab, requesting to be taken to the restaurant that John always took his first dates too.
Hows the date going? -SH
((NB: This is a restart of Copper Beeches as we wanted to change some stuff around, so it will look the same for a little while but will hopefully continue))