fell asleep on.

[bottecellie]

sweet dreams.

Someone, whether it be a friend or a total stranger, has fallen asleep on you wherever you happen to be; you are a rather comfortable pillow to them.

What do you do?

From here.

Comments

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She arches an eyebrow at Sherlock, a positively wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth.]

You'd rather I be professional?

[The question of a name goes unanswered. There are a few potentials, but to let Sherlock know would make the game far too easy.]

[uncommon]

Merely an observation.

[She closes her eyes, and nearly lets it go without comment--]

I can't say your professional persona is anything particularly exciting.

[But she's actually smiling very, very slightly.

What was that about Sherlock and having the last word?]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Irene waits until the attendant's come back with her drink before she answers, letting the champagne bubbles trip lightly over her tongue.]

Implying you've seen more than that?

[uncommon]

Obviously.

[It's always the same game, really, the layers of was I or wasn't I lying.

But Irene's already summed it up, hasn't she? Her snappy little quip about disguises and self-portraits.

Sherlock, it must be said, will never admit to having learnt anything from her, but she has.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[And the game is what makes things interesting.]

Oh good, you've given up on pretending you weren't looking.

[uncommon]

[She definitely is smiling now, eyes still closed.]

You've read my website. 'I observe everything.'

Sorry for late reply. Con ate me.

[womanwhobeatyou]

I did say pretend.

No trouble! I'm slow myself >_>

[uncommon]

I wasn't pretending to do anything. If I was, in the course of an investigation and therefore currently irrelevant.

I'm not a vicar either, if you hadn't noticed.

Anyway, if you're suggesting I be more truthful, Miss Adler, we're really going to have to have a talk about hypocrisy.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[That earns Sherlock a low, rich laugh of deep, deep amusement. Irene pauses for a sip of champagne, but the laughter still winds its way through every word.]

I make my way in the world through vice and misbehavior. Would it surprise you if I were a hypocrite as well?