“What’s your excuse, running out of muscle?!!”
OH MY GOD
ends in angry threewaykurtisgonnabitchslapsebastian: draw Captain Jack Harkness (Torchwood) hitting on John and Sherlock getting jealous?
“I don’t even know how this happened”
“What would make avoiding these situations easier is if you left your meetings in a cab like any other New Yorker. Possibly you could also avoid walking down dark alleys, getting lost or stopping to ask for directions from a man who may as well have had ‘flunky’ tattooed on his forehead, you idiot.”
”I—” Mark says. “Were you following me?”