Sherlock doesnt drink...

Sherlock doesnt drink...unless it's for a case of course. Besides case related drinks he doesnt drink at all. When Christmas comes he drinks one cup of tea and he's off. Same for everything else. New years, Halloween everything. So when he does drink he cant handle it as much as he think...

"Says who?" pouts Sherlock, who's laying on the sofa. "Says your body Sherlock. If your body isnt use to a certain amount of liquor then-"

"Yes, yes then I wont know the strength of what I can and/or will do. Isnt that right doctor?" Sherlock purrs, winking at John who sitting in his armchair. John blushes violently and coughs. "A-anyway the answer is no." John frowns at the smirk on his...flatmates,yes yes flatmate, face. Sherlock has been begging(which is rare) for John to let him tag along with some people(Mike, Molly, Lestrade, Sally, and Anderson,)that he may or may not like, to the pub just to get together.

'I dont want to be stuck in the house JJJJJJooooooohnnnnnnn!' Sherlock whined.

But it's been two weeks and the man still wants to go. Yet...Sherlock hasnt paid any attention to what John has said. He is only paying attention to the man himself. Sherlock loved what he could do to his John. 'But John is easily flushed. So I cant determine whether it's only me or something that normally happens to him...'

"It's not as if I'm going to jump off a building John.." Sherlock mumbles stretching his long limbs. John couldnt help but stare as he watched Sherlock silk purple shirt rode up and shown his snow pale skin. John gulps quietly. Sherlock gets an idea and goes to kneel in front of John. "Please John...I just want to come with you." Sherlock lays his head on John's thigh. John trembles as his self control grazes down. "I-Alright! Alright! Just...we've talked about personal space Sherlock.." John stutters and huffs, trying to sound as normal as possible. "I'll make sure to keep that in mind John~" he goes around and moans in John's ear. "Bastard! Go get dressed!" John jumps up, his entire face red, and points down the hall. Sherlock skips down the hall to his room. 'Bloody uncontrollable tease...He's doing it to mess with your head Watson! He's married to his work...Well in a way I am his work..-N-No!' John sighs and lays back in his chair. "I've got to do something...with him doing all of this..."John mumbles to himself. "Ready John." John bends his head back and looks to see Sherlock with his curls gracefully layering his face, making him look like an angel. "W-well lets go then..." John mumbles, gets up from his chair grabs his coat and, like Sherlock, doesnt look back to see if he's following. He just knows.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A bottle of 1949 whiskey and 16 shots of vodka later~~~~~~~~~~

John sighs in annoyance but smiles with relief as Sherlock and Anderson have their arms flung on each other's shoulder singing out of tune nursery rhymes. "Y-you wish the London bridge was falling down. You'd have a field...uh...ummmm day." Anderson slurs, snickering. "Sh*Hic* ttthut up Anderson. I think you thould go with your girlfriend. tthe getting jealoutth." Sherlock smiles, points to Sally and starts laughing while John and Greg are laughing because of Sherlock drunk lisp. John see's Anderson's face get red and pulls Sherlock next to his side. "Sherlock's drunk." John tries to reason. "Hehehe...I'm just sayin'...Andy." Sherlock snickers. "That's it!" Anderson stumbles towards Sherlock. "He's drunk and so are you...Andy." Sally grabs Andersons hand and laughs as he tries to grab Sherlock. "Am not! J-john tell 'em! I'm not yet druishk...Oh wait..I mean drunk..." Sherlocks smug grin falls as everyone laughs. "It's not funny! It's a drunken lisp..." Sherlock pouts, laying his chin on John's head. "Yes we know Lock." John giggles detaching himself from Sherlock. "Now say bye to the drunk people." they all stop on the corner Angleo's. "Bye Greg bye Sally..." Sherlock mumbles throwing his arm around John. John elbows Sherlock. "You said to the drunk people. Not drunk Anderson." this time John tip toes and smack Sherlock in the head. "OW!" Sherlock howls. "God! Ok...Bye Andy." Andy flicks he's wrist towards them and continues walking with Sally the opposite way. "Tell Mycroft eating salads dont help!" Sherlock shouts to Greg who laughs as he slides into one of Mycroft cars. John pulls Sherlock up the block.

"You know...small people hurt." Sherlock slurs, letting John drag him home. "Small and a bit more sober then you." John points out, opening the door to 221b bakerstreet. "John I love you." Sherlock lopsidingly smiles as he fall onto the sofa. John turns to Sherlock. "Well...I uh love you too Sherlock." John knows it's probably in a brotherly way anyway... "No John. I'm in love with you." Sherlock states as if reading John's thoughts. "Sherlock...Your drunk." John sighs. "No no. I mean it John!" Sherlock says in a drunk version of his convincing voice. John takes a good look at him. "I'm going to pour you a cup of water. Tell me when your a bit more sober." John says leaving to the kitchen. "Yes sir! And John?" Sherlock flips back on the couch. "Mmm?" was the reply he got. "Water is a...a ummm.." Sherlock sticks his tongue out and bites on it. "A liquid?" John offers still in the kitchen. "Yes!" Sherlock shout falling of the sofa, giggling.

THE END