The Pond in the Park; Tuesday Evening [ 09/07 ].

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--she was in the pond, plopped right in before she even knew what was going on. Not even half a second ago, Kūkaku Shiba was kneeing some jerk in the balls, and now she was soaking wet, in the middle of a pond, and not at all happy about it.

"What the--"

[[ expecting a partner in violence, but open park is so totally open for gawking or any other park like needs ]]

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The sudden addition of a man on top of her might have ended in some sort of hijinks had it been anyone else. But for now, he was mostly sputtering in the water.

"What?!"

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"GET OFFA ME, YOU PERVERT!"

Kūkaku knew that the jerk from the bar had just fallen out of the bar, through the sky, and into the pond just as she had, but that didn't seem to matter. What did seem to matter was that she was in a pond with some asshat on her. Not only that, but this meant that her knee to his crotch hadn't been driven home and that was the biggest disappointment of all.

So Kūkaku was a little pissed. And decided that punching the guy was going to be the most effective way of getting him to move.

Screw saying please.

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That only meant that Sherlock had to make an annoyed noise and then promptly punch her back before moving away as he touched his now sore chin. "What the hell was that?"

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He hit her back. Kūkaku shouldn't be surprised that he hit her back, but she liked when they gave up a good fight, and she'd already resolved not to like this man.

"It's called a punch in the face, asshole! Want another?"

She really wanted to give him another...

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"Yes, thank you for you expert opinion. Do stick to something you understand and leave the rest of the thinking to the people who haven't burned out their brains inhaling gunpowder," Sherlock snapped. "How did we get here?"

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"I don't know!" Kūkaku shouted. Because shouting was just how you got things done. "What the hell does it matter, we're here anyway! And I didn't even finish my beer! And my pipe is gone!"

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"Of course it matters!" LOGIC AND REASON, KUKAKU! LOGIC AND REASON.

Taking a breath, Sherlock strode out of the pond and off in the direction of the bar (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/5422728.html?thread=211138184#t211138184) once again.

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Kūkaku quirked an eyebrow, but she'd be damned if she was going to just sit here in a pond. Being sure to exit the pond on a different side, she drugged herself out of the water, taking a few moment to wring out her skirt and try to fix her bandages, which were not going to be comfortable in a few moment, not at all.

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Which just meant that she was out of the way when Sherlock landed back (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/5422728.html?thread=211142024#t211142024) in the damn pond. This never happened in London, you know.

Never.

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"What the hell was that?" Someone had yet to experience the sanctuary spell, yes. You'd think it would've been in the bartender training manual... except that there hadn't been one.

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And now there was not one but two splashes as Kūkaku tried to manage her wet bandages with her one hand. Naturally, she had to turn and look, to take in the sight of the jerkwad and the bartender drenched in water.

And now she'd be busy laughing her ass off.

"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha! How's the water, boys? Good night for a swim? I'd lend you a hand, but I've only got one!"

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Sherlock stood up, smoothing out his suit as best he could when it was soaking wet. "Good to know."

DIGNIFIED.

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"You're getting my drycleaning bill," Jake grumbled at Sherlock. Jake, you're wearing jeans and a t-shirt.