"I won't take no for an answer Sherlock!" John said determinedly

"John it's a pointless social convention. Not to mention utterly boring" Sherlock replied not moving an inch from his lying position on the couch.

"You've been lying here all day complaining about how bored you are and if you put one more hole in the wall poor Mrs. Hudson will have a fit!" John exclaimed trying to appeal to any sense of compassion Sherlock might have for their landlady.

Sherlock just rolled his eyes before closing them and turning away from John.

"Sherlock?" John said as though he was talking to a child.

There was no reply, but Sherlock did turn his head slightly in John's direction, so he knew he was listening.

"If you come with me I'll tell you where I hid the skull" Sherlock's head whipped around and John knew he had him. He smiled widely.

"Honestly John I don't know what you enjoy about this sort of thing" Sherlock stated disdain clear on his face as they headed towards the building.

"It's a bar Sherlock. Normal people enjoy going out to have a drink with friends"

"Yes I'm not stupid John. Though I would have thought by now you would have realised I am not a normal person" Sherlock strode forward but John grabbed his arm and led him to a table instead of the bar.

"I'll get the drinks" He said to Sherlock's questioning stare "What do you drink?"

Sherlock mumbled something and shifted uncomfortably not looking at John.

John sighed. "Do you like beer?" he asked "Wine? Champagne? Or stronger stuff?"

"I've only tried wine but I find I don't like the taste" Sherlock snapped clearly annoyed at being in the dark about something.

"Fine ok. I will get you a beer because that's what I'm having." He didn't wait for a reply. Sherlock just groaned. What had he gotten himself into?

John returned to the table to find Sherlock with his head on his arms.

"Cheer up" John said briskly sliding one beer over to Sherlock who eyed the yellow-gold liquid suspiciously.

"Oh god just try it Sherlock" John said exasperatedly. He shouldn't have. The next second he had beer spat in his face.

"That" Sherlock said with disgust "is worse than wine" John just glowered at him.

"You know what? I think you're more of a whisky man" he said and got up to get Sherlock another drink.

This time it wasn't spat in his face. In fact he found himself going back to get the suddenly enthusiastic man another. And another. And another.

"John I want anuther 'un" Sherlock slurred staring blearily at the man in front of him.

"No Sherlock you're drunk. We are going home now" he supported the taller man with ease and hailed a cab. Thank god they were only 5 minutes from Baker St.