our real estate is a great investment

[cross_and_bow]

"Welcome to Sunshine," says Juliet. "And to my front porch and whatever you do don't hit the light, it'll set Sherlock on fire."

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[toblameforit]

"Nah, I'm good for now," comes Tony's voice drifting down the stairs.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock is happy to oblige.

[cross_and_bow]

It doesn't count as showing off if Giles doesn't know how good Sherlock is. She passes up one opening early on and lets the fight go on a little longer - she's good enough to have that flexibility, now, useful if she ever has to favor an injury or stall for time - and only pins him after a solid minute and a half. (He winds up with his face on the floor, so there's no question of whether Mr. Giles's librarian sensibilities will also have to live with a certain amount of kissing.)

[eversomuchfun]

"A pleasure as always," he says, slightly muffled.

[pythbox]

Mr. Giles rolls his eyes.

But: "You're very good," he says. "Both of you."

[cross_and_bow]

She lets Sherlock up. "Thanks!"

And then she gets out her notebook. She thinks she should have gone with a right cross instead of the elbow thing she did. She writes that down and meditates over it for a moment, then gets up again.

[pythbox]

Mr. Giles observes this, but doesn't comment.

[eversomuchfun]

"Again?"

[cross_and_bow]

"Absolutely."

And so it goes. A few sequences in, Juliet cracks her knuckle with a missed punch that hits the floor instead; normally this would require calling it a night and letting it heal overnight, but Shell Bell just tosses her a square - she's sitting in front of quite a heap of them by now - and Juliet fixes the fracture and leaps for Sherlock again.

[pythbox]

Giles raises his eyebrows, but doesn't comment.

[cross_and_bow]

It gets to be rather late. "I usually call it around this time, depending," says Juliet, checking the time on her phone and taking a swig of water. "And go home and do some modest amount of minimally-demonic homework and crash for the night. Does that sound reasonable to you?" she asks Mr. Giles.

[pythbox]

"Entirely," he assures her.

[cross_and_bow]

"Excellent, I was worried you'd stomp all over my well-oiled routine," says Juliet. "I hope you are satisfied that Sherlock does not plan to eat any of us, as well."

[pythbox]

"It doesn't seem to be on his to-do list," Giles agrees.

[cross_and_bow]

"Questions or comments before Sherlock and Shell Bell respectively walk and fly me home?" inquires Juliet.

[pythbox]

"I'm going to look into buying this building tomorrow," he says. "Perhaps I can spin it to the Council as a handy training room. I'm hardly going to have you punching a bag in my library, after all."

[cross_and_bow]

"Bags and demons have little in common anyway. Thanks," says Juliet.

[pythbox]

"In the meantime," he says, looking around, "I don't think you'll have any trouble moving in."

[eversomuchfun]

"Neither do I."

[cross_and_bow]

"There's a reason abandoned buildings are called that," Juliet says, nodding sagely and putting her crucifix and messenger bag back on.

[pythbox]

"Really? I thought they just assigned the label at random," Giles says innocently.

[cross_and_bow]

"Nope. The term has a lengthy and noble history." She cleans imaginary glasses. "I can loan you seventeen books on the subject," she adds in a bad English accent, "but some of them are in Latin."

[pythbox]

He snorts.

[eversomuchfun]

"Your accent is fucking terrible," Sherlock informs her kindly.

[cross_and_bow]

"Yes, I know. Out we go," she says, making for the door. "Oh, and as long as Shell Bell's still here tomorrow, she can teleport us to L.A., we won't have to go early and put you under a tarp after all."