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A few days later John met Greg for a pint. Greg was already sitting at a table a little apart from the others in a corner, waiting for John.
“Hi John, how are you?” Greg greeted with a smirk, “Where were you last Saturday? You made me wait at the party, I made my bet on you and your good taste in clothes!”
“Erm... Hi Greg, yeah sorry for that.” John answered and slipped onto the bench across from Greg's seat “Something happened and I got ... distracted.” Blushing furiously John looked down and kneaded his hands. But then he took a deep breath, raised his head and smiled slyly.
“You can't imagine what happened, Greg!”
“What happened?” answered Greg, looked inquiringly at John and frowned slightly irritated when he saw how happy John looked. “You’ve got joy seeping out of every pore, did you pick up a date spontaneously? Do I know her?” A knowing smile appeared on Greg's face.
“Him…”
“What?”
“Him. Yes, you know him.”
“Him…?” Greg repeated dumbfounded “You met him and I know who he is?”
“Yes… it’s… Sherlock.”
A moment passed without a reaction. Greg looked a little dazed and John feared that he had broken him with this information when suddenly a broad grin spread across Greg’s face.
“That's wonderful! Finally! I can hardly believe it. I'm so happy for you - and of course for Sherlock too. You finally did it, pulled your heads out of your asses and did the right thing!” Greg laughed.
“Um… yeah” John smiled “It’s a bit overwhelming actually but it’s good… really good.”
“I can imagine that.” Greg replied with a wink “And you know what? I forgive you for keeping me waiting on Saturday as you just helped me win another bet.”
“Have I…?”
“Yes. I just won the pot from the Yard on the bet on when you two will finally get together!” Greg announced happily “ To celebrate the day, the first beer is on me.” And with that, Greg got up to go to the bar and get the first round.
Meanwhile, John sat and looked around, a little lost in thought. Everything looked as it always did, and yet new and different. Perhaps lighter, happier, as if someone had taken a veil off everything and let the colours become clearer.
John listened quietly to himself. Yes, he was satisfied, simply satisfied and happy. This was the beginning of something great. The beginning of something great with him and Sherlock as a couple.