Half a Dozen Dances

“Seriously? You? You're going to be a stripper?” John tried to keep the amused incredulity off his face. Judging by the disgruntled look Sherlock gave him, he was not entirely successful in this endeavor.

“I can dance, John.” Sherlock’s lower lip threatened to edge out into a full-fledged pout.

“Yeah, okay, but.......” John trailed off. Sure, he had seen Sherlock dance on rare occasions, but a waltz was a far cry from a strip tease, and his possibly asexual (virginal?) flatmate, was proposing to do just that. “.....where will you hide your handcuffs?”