"All right, what should we do now?" John asked in the hopes that he could stop Sherlock's sulk. But eventually, Mycroft forced John out of the game, and then Sherlock, making him the Monopoly Champion of the day. Having a common enemy seemed to make them get along easier. John sighed and let the two duke it out to see who could make him bankrupt faster. Mycroft wore his biggest grin as he shook his head. Mycroft and Sherlock looked at each other with a grin and proudly announced, "You just did," at the same time. "I need to pass go soon," he sighed with a shake of his head. He landed on one of the railroads, and reluctantly gave Mycroft half the money he had left. Mycroft pouted further and Sherlock turned indignant. "Joooohn," he whined, but John was laughing so hard he was crying.Ä«etween gasps John said, "Oh.I wish I could have recorded that!" Sherlock went back to his stack of money and properties, pleased with himself. Mycroft full-out squealed and wound up wetting himself in shock. Sherlock grinned and took his index fingers, digging them into Mycroft's sides. Mycroft frowned and slowly shook his head. "You know what happens to sore winners, don't you?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes and moved to stand in front of Mycroft, his face completely impassive. "That'th what they aww say," Mycroft brushed off. "That doesn't mean anything in this game, it's all about which properties you have," Sherlock said quickly. "I have more properties than you," he gloated. "I'm buying it!" he declared, passing the needed money to John. Mycroft rolled and got a gleam in his eyes when he landed on the last available property. Mycroft looked pleased when John called him a child, so Sherlock didn't say anything, just put his money in the stack he had built and passed the dice to Mycroft. "Sherlock, watch your language carefully," John reminded him. Mycroft continued to sulk, chewing on Joss' ear. "All right, boys, please," John interrupted. "You're just mad that I have hotels on half my properties!" "You wish, brother dear," Sherlock laughed. "Just wait until you land on a railroad," Mycroft sulked. Sherlock took the money from the center of the board and counted it up "100 quid.very nice," he said, smiling. "Okay, so if I rolled an 11, that lands me on." Sherlock moved his piece.
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