Molly cautiously opened the door to the bathroom in Sherlock's apartment. She checked around to see if he was in there, then let out a sigh. She looked in the mirror to see the circles under her eyes, and the creases in her forehead from the way that she was sleeping.
"Sleep" she thought. It sounded decent right about now.
She was hungover.
She unconsciously splashed water over her face from the sink, realizing it was pointless as she was about to take a shower. She made her way over to the shower, and had taken some of Sherlock's towels from the cabinet. She scanned all of them, white and pristine they were. The bathroom was probably the most picked up and organized place in the entire apartment- courtesy of John. She started the hot shower and climbed in, then shortly realizing that she didn't have any shampoo with her. Her choice was to either stay dirty, or use Sherlock's manly smelling shampoo. She shrugged as she took a small amount about the size of the inside of her palm on her hand, and started to scrub through her long light brown hair. Startled, she then heard the door opening. She peered out to see a couple of black curls sticking out from the door that was slightly ajar and screeched.
"Sherlock I'm in the shower!" she screamed.
"I know" He said.
She was beyond confused. He then fully opened the door and waltzed into the bathroom, only to grab a quick glance of Molly in the shower.
"Sherlock!" Molly cried out. She then covered the black tinted shower curtain over her body, making it pointless, as Sherlock could still see the detail of her gorgeous body.
"Is it really necessary to cover up?" Sherlock questioned Molly as she had a confused look on her face.
"Sherlock what are you talking about, I'm taking a shower, now go away!" Molly screamed at him. She wasn't in the mood for this, especially in her condition.
"I mean you didn't feel the need to cover up last night..." Sherlock shot back.
"What about last night?" Molly questioned, still with her never changing puzzled look on her face.
"Oh you don't remember do you?" Sherlock said with a chuckle.
"No...I don't. I remember drinking...a lot..." Molly said stepping out of the shower quick enough to grab the towel and wrap it around herself, and avoided making eye contact with Sherlock.
"Oh, well I do." Sherlock said shyly, as his voice got quieter with each word he said.
Molly had a confused look on her face, as it quickly turned into a frighting expression of shock as her cheeks turned red.
Molly felt as though a war was going on in her brain right now. What was real and what wasn't? She thought she had dreamt the entire thing, therefore she avoided bringing it up with Sherlock, finding it pointless if it was a dream. She figured it would only make him more vulnerable to finding her even more awkward.