John laughed as Sherlock stared at the costume with a horrified expression. Mycroft and Greg had organised a fancy dress party, and chosen who or what the guests should come as, and they had even taken the liberty of supplying John and Sherlock with teir costumes, knowing from past experience that Sherlock would wear a ridiculous disguise and refuse to let John dress up.
John and Sherlock were supposed to be 'the only gay in the village' so John was issued with a latex cat-suit and matching choker and Sherlock was issued with desert army slacks, no top and the words 'Hands Off' written in rhinestones across the bottom.
"No... No way!" Sherlock announced, "I am not parading around half naked!"
"Come on it could be fun!" John said, picking up the cat-suit and walking into his room, only to walk out again a few minutes later with an amused expression on his face.
"It does say on my invite that I wear the cat-suit right?" John asked, trying to keep a straight face,
"Yes, Why" Sherlock was interested by Johns expression and the fact that he wasn't wearing his costume.
"Well, I think Mycroft may have mixed up the sizes... Let me try something." John snatched up the cargos and swiftly vanished into his room again.
Five minutes later he emerged wearing the trousers which were tailored to look baggy but fit snugly, and , to Sherlocks surprise, nothing else.
"How do I look?" John asked, smirking at Sherlocks dumbfounded expression. His smirk faded as Sherlocks eyes focused on his scar, and he shut his eyes and braced himself for the disgust that usually came after people saw the ugly mess he had to call his shoulder.