Thread: The Deduction of Human Emotions (Dreamer- and Elise)

Joan walked into the living room with a smile, relieved to breathe fresh air without a trace of smoke. It was truly delightful to know that Sherlock kept her promise. When she noticed Sherlock sitting on the sofa, Joan froze. Wow, came out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Sherlock was all dressed up, and Joan couldn't remember ever seeing her like this. Sorry, you look... Magnificent, she said, did I miss something? Are we attending a wedding? she chuckled as she took off her coat, even though she absolutely didn't want to tease Sherlock about the way she looked. She felt obligated to do so since it was very unusual for Sherlock to dress like this, but she was absolutely shocked and amazed by her. Alright, I'll go get ready as well then, she said and turned around, heading to her room. Her plans of wearing some jeans and a blouse were out of the question now, of course. Joan had to match Sherlock's clothes, so she opened her closet and took out one of her few short black dresses. This one complimented her figure the most - it wasn't too short but revealed just a bit of her knees, it was modest in the front but very open in the back and it was tight but not too tight. The perfect little black dress, which Joan chose to wear only on special occasions. After seeing Sherlock in that tight purple shirt that she's never seen before, Joan was convinced that nothing but this perfect dress could beat it. She left the dress on her bed as she hurried to the bathroom to take a quick shower. She didn't wash her hair, she just wanted to feel fresh after a day at the clinic. When she was done, she came back to the room and looked at the dress again. Suddenly, it looked a bit intimidating to her. She felt as though this dress is a symbol of a very uncomfortable and tense situation, and dinners with Sherlock were usually the only times when Joan managed to forget about tension. Why was she doing that? Why did Sherlock dress up for a simple dinner with her? After spending so much time with Sherlock, Joan learned to be suspicious about everything. She was now thinking about how it might be some sort of a test or research, or whatever else Sherlock was doing to avoid boredom. It seemed quite logical to her, especially when she thought about how long it was since their last case. Whatever it was, Joan couldn't just dress up casually as though nothing happened. She pulled on the dress and brushed her hair carefully. It was usually rather straight, but since she went to bed last night with her hair only half dried it was now arranged in soft waves. She added just a bit of product to it and let her hair rest on her shoulders. Joan prefer to use as little make up as possible, so a bit of lipstick and some mascara was all she dared to apply on her face. Finally, she took out some black shoes with high heels and put them on. She had to stare at the mirror for at least three whole minutes before deciding that it was good enough. She then grabbed her purse and went downstairs, hoping for the best. Alright, I'm ready too, she said as she walked into the living room, let's get going. I have so much to tell you.