Title: In The Heat Of The Night
Author/Artist: Mirianna16
Universe: Sherlock AU
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Johnlock
Rating: M (Drug use)
Warning: Drug use
Summary: AU where Sherlock is a coked-out glitter-covered club kid where John is a sexy mellow DJ, and together they infiltrate a crime ring that's been distributing bad E in all the clubs.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I merely play with someone else toys. This was actually a prompt requested by Moonblossom. Thank you to my lovely beta Abigael-Cassandra. Oh and it's not Brit-picked.
The night started like it always did for the last weeks. Putting on his purple shirt at least two size smaller, grabbing his tightest pair of black jeans and jumping around the room trying to get them over his ass. The fight ended on the bed where he finally zipped the pants. The first minute was always painful but once his junk was used to the tightness, Sherlock got up and headed straight for his bathroom. The mirror was foggy and the heat and moisture was clinging to his skin and hair. It was a good sensation. Everything on the counter was pushed away as the brown hair teenager pulled out his secret stash from his hair product basket. The empty bottle of conditioner was opened and a small amount of white flour looking powder was poured on the marble surface. Sherlock had been doing coke for some months now. The drug helped a lot to escape his many problems. His mind too brilliant for the morons surrounding him, his over protective brother, his drunk father, his absent mother, and most of all, the school. Now that was a waste of time for him. Taking a razor blade, the brunette boy made three perfectly even lines. Tonight would be an amazing night.
All the equipment was finally set. Tonight, a total of four DJs were part of the show. Amongst them, John Amish Watson, better know as Music Jam Beat or Jam to be short, was making his debut in a big night club in London. The mid-twenties DJ had slowly made his way up thought crappy clubs and obscure rave parties. This party was his first real big gig and John was nervous as hell. He had verified at least 30 times his laptop and records, replied to a dozen of texts from his girlfriend trying to reassure him, before finally settling down at a table near the stage. Other DJs had come to him to offer different drugs but John declined all of them. He wanted to be clear headed when performing. The place was slowly becoming more and more crowded, John's stress was building up until finally the first DJ made his way to the console. His eyes quickly scanned the club, trying to find some of his friends. Greg had promise he would drop by and the presence of someone he knew would be appreciated. The music started to blast from the speakers and John stood up to move towards the bar in hope to find a familiar face.
Sherlock had next to no trouble getting in the Club. Fake IDs and cash flowed easily from his pocket, assuring his entrance. Mycroft's number was on speed dial, just in case, but the brown hair teenager would rather not have to use it. Not bothering with the line, Sherlock shove a substantial amount of cash in the hand of the bouncer. A flashed smile and the door opened like magic. Stepping in, Sherlock headed straight for the bar. Everything around him was vibrating with energy. He could almost see the vibes flowing over his body, making him shiver. The usual apathetic and antisocial Sherlock was now smiling and winking at everyone, the cocaine getting rid of his usual behavior. His fingers were drumming on the bar while he waited for the busy barmaid to take his order. Sherlock noticed a blond man standing a few meters away. Five people stood between him and the cutie, but everyone in the bar seemed to have fade away. Sherlock was entranced by the mysterious man. The teenager couldn't help but notice that his stranger eyes were roaming the crowd as if he was looking for someone. A hand on his arm made him jump, preventing him from further deducing his new interest. The barmaid was smiling at him, flustering her eyelashes, Sherlock's mind focus away from the blond and he ordered his drink.
John smiled when he spotted the familiar slightly greying brown hair. It belonged with no doubt to his best friend. Pushing his way toward his friend in the crowd, the DJ was roughly pushed back by a mysterious man. Something seemed wrong with him, but John couldn't put his finger on it. The stranger smiled and dangled a bag filled with blue, pink and yellow candy in front of his eyes. John opened his mouth to tell the man to bugger off, when he felt a hand on his shoulder, spinning him around. Face to face with Greg, John smiled. Because of the music, the blond man couldn't hear a word of what his friend was saying. With a jerk of the head toward the stage, he raised his hand and showed three fingers. Smiling Greg nodded, patted his shoulder and before he could protest, his friend was leading him toward the bar, hand in hand. Laughing, John let it slide this one time. He knew Greg was gay and he was usually embarrassed by his forward manners, but right now he welcome the diversion to the nervous pit that was his stomach. Now back to the spot he left a few minutes ago, both men waited for the barmaid to come their way to order something to drink.
By the time the drink was put in front of him, Sherlock had formed a plan in his mind. He would go next to the blond cutie and drop his drink on him, thus starting a conversation. But when he turned around, he was disappointed to see that the blond had vanished. Pouting, he settled with one hip resting against the bar and looked around the place to find someone or something else to distract him. When a bag filled with candy-like pills was suddenly trusted in front of his eyes. It took a few seconds to focus on the guy that was dangling the bag, filled with whatever drugs he was trying to sell him. With an eyebrow raised, Sherlock turned toward the stranger. A flirtatious smile came up to his lips, his hand snaking behind the neck of the new comer. Sherlock open his mouth to make a comment when a new DJ stepped on the scene. His entrance was a big fuss, as the lights in the Club all focused on the man on the scene. A canon of confetti exploded, covering everyone in glitter. General cheering ensue, but Sherlock was busy with the tongue of his now new friend.