ohello sexies.

and Shelly’s a bitch? lolll

/Kripke

/entire cast of Sherlock

/entire cast of SPN

/Moffat? Gatiss?

“Come on, mate, just take the one.” Russet hair and laughing eyes of the near-same hue greeted him amidst the flashing strobes. Hesitation stalled his hand from taking the neatly-wrapped package of pills, whatever they were, and Stu shook his head slightly. 

Maybe this had been a mistake, coming out here tonight. He wasn’t cut out for socialization, after all. This bloke, Russell, had been kind enough to him—even if he was a bit too far North for Stu’s liking. The North was rough and Stu was soft—at least, in his own perception. 

Besides, what would Petronella think? She’d probably want to be out here partying with him, to say the very least. 

The man who had offered him the drugs rolled his eyes and shoved the packet into his hands, a woman tugging on his collar and trying to coax him back onto the multicolored floor. Streamers and paint were flying. Stu, feeling disoriented, staggered away and out of the fray. It was too over-stimulating. Too much for him to take in, to fathom…to process. 

“Think about it!” Russell had shouted, before vanishing into the crowd with a flicker of lights that drew the eye. Stu started, then left the club, cramming the packet of drugs into his pocket and forgetting about them.